For The Pumpkin Eater

Desolation drills into my mind, boring a hole
As waiting becomes a loathesome consuetude
A despondent head declines onto my arm
In wasted torpor, heavy with metallic pain
After the malaise in my heart settles down
I lift my heavy lids towards the door
A heavenly sleep awaits me, with open arms
But I will breathe, you said you would come.

The House

The whining sal trees with their runaway leaves
Lie vulnerable to the onslaught of furious drops
Of rain, the tears of those who never got to cry out
While in the realm of earthly existence, upon hell.

Their groans, whether of tormented souls or trees
Cloak to perfection, the raised voices in the house
Soon even the whiplashes drown in the chaos
Of the tempest outside, the tempest within rages.

Bitterness refined to pure loathing, black as the night
Spotted with crimson drops of blood, on her white back
As shackles of all civility shatter to smithereens
Outside, the sal trees, in green robes, weep.

Pride

Your pride
Like the rabid fiery sun
Merciless in its glare
Scorches me
Each time I dare
To hold out my hand
To reach out
Your pride
Becomes my crucible
Look down at this
Blisters have defaced
My skin, my heart
My love is lonely
Hesitant and fearful
But I yet hold out
A much-worn heart
To you...
Will your pride
Like the fateful sun
Vanquish, pitilessly
My yearning for you?

Coming Home

I have long since packed away
The well-worn books of fairy tales
Wrinkled dreams seen with half-closed eyes
And those long sighs of sweet longing
The journey through life was tenuous at best
My songs lost themselves in the mist
Draping my silence like a mute shroud
I now only seek to trudge home to you.

Wilderness

When the wilderness calls out to me
Beckoning with arms spread open
The warmth of long lost familiarity
Seeps through my aching body
I know that its threatening silence
Will smother the silence in my soul
Through boulders and steep precipices
Ice like daggers drawn and lashes
Of merciless winds from the north
Loosening footholds on this life
I shall yet run to it, in wonder
Embrace its uncertain, cold love
In wilderness I shall strive to live
In its green arms I choose to die.

Vultures

Now that you vultures
Have had your fill of flesh,
Swooping down from the dark
To snatch, devour and soil,
And sucking out red marrow
From every hollow bone,
Leave the hapless debris
Of human soul alone.