Tiwister

I watched as the dry season, hugged
the rainy season goodbye.
entering my dorm as my new Lord.
though she wield a longer rod, yet
my sorrowful songs isn’t loud enough
to lure the distant ears of freedom

Sunny days have failed
to carve better lanes than
gory gutters on my face. now,
the moon is here; but my shattered past
seeks brighter light, to feed my shivering hope
with guts, to dream again; one last time.

But if the sun at its peak, have failed
to see my thick tears. and the moon,
Though still at bay, claims it’s not by the strength
of rays ; I challenge the stars,
each to pick a jar, and fill
My longing soul, bit by bit, with relief

Source: Enigmatic Global Concept

Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 21 July 2017.

Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 21 July 2017.