12 march 2015
DEVOID OF FEVERFEW
Did not make anything
out of himself. He was afraid
from depth to depth.
Muzzled lock had hidden the keys.
Shadow of door loomed large
on silence, now touching
nothingness.
Lips move without sound.
Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,
cannot hold the pen.
Mobs with fire bombs
waiting to ambush at night
ignite the cart. Nowhere to go now.
Golden leaves tout the era.
I am emptied of peace,
my vessel devoid of feverfew.
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