You visited my roof again at night
\"My dear boy will I ever escape this plight?\"
You haunted my sleep.
So I closed my eyes , pretending to fall deep.
\"They can see it now that I slowly fleet\".
And in my dreams you were a grown man
with a decisiveness to catch the stars, on my behalf
endowing me with your armipotent heart.
The serenity in one man\'s eyes
came silently and stole my mind
engulfing me in ardency and pride.
And vowed to an already forgotten welter .
\"You can make this life a belter\" shouted,
to beguile me into shattering my shelter.
But there were my presentiments in all of your endowments
Marooner\'s expertise, I \"surmised\".
And in the nick of time, I woke up - to them aligned.
You stood there, walking straight
pacing flouncy to your next meant - to plunder train
with not one feeling riving your brain.
How can you not feel ashamed?
When there was me counting days, to break free
apace with my fixation about palliating your sins
But there was you leeching off my dismality?
All my eighteen years wizening...
Hoping you were stranded there like me.
Seasoning...
\"Why do you steal me only at nights?
And forget to alert me of your words being lies ?
Or that our kindred spirits were an illusion?\"
thoughts vowed to forever hide .
\"If I ever awakened you would you call it a crime?
And marred it til in ruins and til out of sight?
Pounding your head against walls
to shield your crumbling bones
created by past scars etched in your \"soul\"?\"
Who was I without you, that, I didn\'t know!
In my flyover places
I couldn\'t even mouth your outrages.
Chained up, choked with feelings,
thousand yard stares were aiming at ceilings,
seeing visions of your dreamings
woolgathering along with your scheming.
Slowly fleeting, forgetting to breathe in
pretending to fall deep
in my graveyard imbued with your sins.
Musing over deceitful looks
ashamed, I admit
to plunge into a hug, that will never meet peace
This was all true, methinks.
Demons were the ones shrieking
\"I\'ll be seeing you\"
at every glance, at every look,
at every single one of your volatile reviews.
Dilly-dallying about my remedies
led me to an everlasting warren.
Barking up the wrong trees
I saw war end,
unbothered .
\"Tragedy to die fairly young\"
whispered the ferryman.
Shedding tears on my behalf
and ill oaring to reach the riverbank.
Even Hades hovered
while reading my last sonnet .
So for the first time,
he exiled
the one who mismanaged the land of dreams
and abandoned me to the Asphodel fields.
So just like Hercules
I was ferried back to life
This time not as the also-ran
but with my fellow traveller by my side
By the time birds started to warble
I set about my moulting
And I burned all your marble
Deserting all our puzzle - pieces crumpled.
Now that eyes are wide open
The shelf life of my reveries
will be forever rotten
Along with my garland of asphodels.