ESCAPE


Eternity flits by unmindful
   And I toil away at my forge.
   Links I have made, searing, of spiteful
   chains which entwine me, they are my scourge.
 
   Words I have failed to utter
   Take form on an anvil of anguish
   Deeds undone by hands in torpor,
   Are hammered into irons in ironic haste, at nones
   wish.
 
   Fictions and fancies form my fetters-
   titillating thoughts that teased at a time
   torture and tinge incessant, tatters
   remain now, of dilapidated dreams, once sublime.
 
   Tired, I pause and shifting weary limbs
   I try to redeem long forgotten whims
   Alas, losing myself in dark shadows
   I stumble, blind to all but my chains.
 
   Rage floods every sinew, body ablaze
   I writhe and strain to break my bonds
   To say and make right what has long gone stale.
   Pain numbs me to reality, old scars and new wounds.
 
   Drained, I close tearful eyes and retreat
   My body ceases to burn and my bonds break  
   I fly to a world of no wrong or defeat.
   Have your world, I'm free here, I'm awake.

~Peppo~

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