Into Thoughtless Musings (An Original Poetry)
A thousand shadows,
a narrow road,
to distant gallows,
dragging feets,
on glinting peebles,
a railway of blood,
follows through,
as their wagging tongue,
bickers in echoes,
stabbing my ears
with a thousand strike
I am their matyr,
a bag to punch,
when their anger
begins to brew
and overflows like lather,
their vexation ticks,
like a shuddering clock,
as it breaks like abscess,
flooding the room,
like a raging ocean
In the dreary days
I am a strand of hair,
in their nipple,
clutching to their lips
like a patch of honey
my story is music
to their soul
as their chew away
from jaw to jaw,
their favourite fable
A puncturing light,
in their distance,
a billion retinas,
staring critically
as i fall and rise
in quicksands or valley,
they have crucified me
in their lawless courts
connecting dots
in their judging hearts
as a criminal to Golgotha.
The fear to fall,
aimlessly,
into endless abyss
where sneering hands
will catch my ribs
gnaws at me
like an army of rodent.
in a bid to trek
the right way,
I have become lost,
wandering
into thoughtless musings,
their righteous tongues,
have led me astray
into the lion's lair,
a road with bones and flesh
rotting the highway
as darkness nears
in readiness
to consume.