A Fool's Lament

White waters rage in the mid autumn whispers
Steals the bread away from me.
Do I dare ask for an apple?
If Icarus didn't know
what tragedies would befall him
How can I know when not to
step on a piece of stone?
The dove dives low but misses the worm,
The hand ceases no wrong sandals puts them on.
But the feet feels no ground beneath them
tramples onpulling the roots out of the soil,
Massacred bushes yell in the wilderness
Grouching tigers mourn
for the moon swallowed the sun
The limping fox staggers in the eyes of its prey
Feeling numbed and terrified of terrific tremors in its
Underground veins
White waters still rage in the mid autumn whispers
The clock ticks...
Wells dry up

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The beacon of resignation weakens
The pillars of determination
Tearing down the towers of decisiveness
Like a rod from the heavens

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When the Sun Sets Again

When the sun sets again
And the night like a victorious serpent
Consumes the sky
Extinguishing the blaze of day
I travel the lonesome road of reminiscence
Remorse reverberates in the wells of untold misery
I sink
Freely
Into the pit of anxiety
Closing in on me
Are the claws of conscience
Gobblins of reason and irrationality
Eating into the recesses of my battered soul
Every minute
Until the moon is down

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Haiku

It's morning again
Sunlight on my window pane
Draws me out of bed

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