Under my feet
Blended with my steps
Swirling around my ears
Reminding me of my patience
A snuffle / a Question / a fear
Grim poems
shrines of sleeplessness
And
Dusk of eyes
Guiding me
A Spiral calling me/tempting me
In labyrinth
On its shore, I’m exiled.
Sand, with devoured corners
Hiding me With veil of patience
Tell me
Thou crutch of blind patience
Does..?
Patience
Has gates
I was the one
Roaming
Now we are three
Shadows of a cadaver under roof of ruins
And bells
Knocked by fragments of laughter
And a mind
Doomed with cries of nights
A Sacrifice every night
Spirits
On ascents of call
swarms of agony
Lanterns
Hanging in fog
Tears of dew droplets
crying
dream flakes
Exits a mortal cadaver
Mirrors expose what tunnels hid
In lobbies of trauma.