There he lays upon
The torn path,
Care-free and cut off
From continuity,
Lifted from the eye of scrutiny through
Conscious abandon.
Burning, blazing with fiery intensity.
Fleeing, scurrying with stumbling reproach.
Priorities competing, but one with
Which to coast.
Another free, glaring with disdain
Unearthed but smothered
With dust, shatters with disbelief but rather untrust.
So, she shouts “What if!”, leaning
Towards an indifferent crowd.
But on
And on we march, assertively
Trampling the remains
Of uncertain maturity.
Scheming together, in empty halls
We conspired.
We neglected her, a barrier
To the future, riddled
With roses, on shiny pavement.
Formless, but clean, binding
With effervescent gleam. Cracking
Open, sunken eyes
In a dream,
She awakens.
She is undone, the dress lays undone.
Just a mask, an unnecessary cloth.
Just let it lay down upon the soft
Floor until the new
Freedoms receive
Its touch
Waiting patiently for
naught.
And it goes without words to let her tears grow colored leaving
Fears horned sharply.
Leave her be, he will continue.
Trees and leaves are scattered
Kings and queens and jesters
And beheaded fools
And they reach out, with open palms: respectful with sunken stares
While direction remains relative and he pitter patters along a path.
He is.
Veiling untold fears, a shrouded curtain. Worries poke through,
Scratching with jagged nails. They
Bore through, tearing
Seams without fail.
Seeping through, a streaming face
White and pale, naked, bare,
Unclothed, yet uncouth, trembling
To crumbles, a shaken youth.
Trailing the train of unwed
Followers, they grasp for rice,
And leftover desires, while
Neglected in muddy terrain,
In swamps, mired.
Scheming together, in empty halls
We conspired
To let the needy fall behind weeping
Upon the gown.
As sheer mesh rips free, and hair grows
Gray once revealed
Man
Falls through, until again concealed,
Upon the ground, nowhere found,
There he lays
Resting,
Beside his jagged crown.
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