Unfolding the dark night,
quarter moon shrinks
The bitterness of the day,
cave weird taste,
burning the tongue.
You didn’t want to live
anymore.
Roots lopsided, starved.
Age, language slashed, mist rising.
Names in the dust.
The ending was not there
sorrow burnt like candle burning
the meaningless words, dreams,
I hear the silent whispers of wounds
of faltering steps, doubting the pain.
Beyond the age, tales were endless.
Watching became a problem.
Nothing could be redeemed by choice.
I wanted endless journey
to find the windows.
Long steps towards immovable cliffs,
my own version of anonymity and grace.
Because glorification has started the fear,
the escape and suffering.
