What shuffled episodes of my craziness
my rested sanity's been falling;
what cliff endlessly stretching winds,
no heard merciless--spelled calling;
what hollow surrounds this voice
in blinding flashes of lost memories
behind barriers of word abandonment,
no dreamed heaven beclouds sceneries;
never soften by its toxins,
only dependent to beast resistance
of maybe endings--living medicine
to peace eternal by whose guidance;
for mornings still leave evenings,
only carrying, loading baggages
unto my dreary, dragging daylight
no mind bruises' enough bandages;
what punches this deformed wisdom
I've overbled this blind violence;
through bitter leaks of liquid hurts
now soaked in puddles of pain's silence;
what shall voices medicate though
when brother silence do listen
for mere equating what living suffered
don't fruit my nightmares' fiery glisten;
oh, pitiful this wounded youth
attempted stolen by withered sands
when never bordered, feeding freefalls,
why scratch off fragments, not my
grands;
in beaten, battered, empty essence,
what's suffered solely to be suffered
in future absent words departing;
no earth existence failed uncovered.
