Longing
Ignites Illusion
A glance of doubt
A heavy worried sight
Flames of grime
Dark groans
Veins
Bathing with moaning rains.
Here,
My self steam rise
And there,
Ghosts talk
With heated shadows
Whereas days
Are playing games of loss
Sometimes taking me there
Where my dreaded voice fade within appeal
Bitterness
Haze of pride
Buried within
A dream growing on clay streams
Cold light
Empty soul
Pushing / hunting
longing
Hope
Strayed void
A sepulcher of soul
A desert ,
Mirage of its pulse
Buried water .