Crimson skies when I cry
Thunderstorms, all night
When my insomnia
Keeps me waging wars
With a moonless fate
Typhoons
In my trails of hurt
And pain
So, those who curate
my
Nightmares in life
too soon, realise
What devastation awaits
Their pathetic
Scheming ways
Let all universe be foretold
I am no mere mortal
Spec
A dust
To build sand castles with
After my journey is spent
Oh no no no, my dear friends
I
Am
Significant!
My story
Adding, to our collective legacy
Like
All of us, who ever drew breath
Once, then
Chocked, screeched and wailed
Injustice
indeed, We All
Significant
In our on diverse ways
As our cacophonous
Memories, testify
Piquantly sublime…
© L. B. Mek
October 2023