08/02/2015
The love perishing the proud?
heavy the lids drout of tears.
lamps without oil, opeque broken glass,
woven spider webs, broken,
entangled half died lizard,
the amber covered by ashes,
charcoal drawing of evil face,
on smoky wall.
smell rotten mingled urine,
dusty teared blanket,
air of fever wrapped,
windows still of rust,
silence every where
except roaring heavy door
no breeze all storms,
lifting fallen gray leaves to hell,
remains life around,
the deaf, blind bats,
the sounds the owls.
heavy the heart waiting
every instants
