satishverma

RETOLD JOURNEY

Insane 
I turn around 
an amputee 

to live, for not living 
fighting the inner war 
speared, 
lacerated, 
like neanderthal in cave 

my weapon 
the serrated moon 
cried in fluted dark 

a glimpse of bare bones 
the ash of a bleeding dawn 
my shuttered courage 
in urn 
there was only one evening

Satish Verma