As time goes by
and friendships die,
As love once bloomed withers away,
I gasp for air
and wonder why
I long for yesterday.
As memories fly
and sore eyes cry,
a full moon glooms to my dismay,
while I stand there,
under a sky
so ominous and grey
Drifting alone
about the land,
gazing and scrying along the way,
head raised and eyes
probing to find
That shining star which heralds the day.
This mortal coil
that is my shell,
decaying slowly as dawns a new day,
trapped in the spoils
of my own hell,
I let the sun dry me away.
From Gehenna to Golconda.
About the Creator
Karim Mami
I am. I wear many hats. One of them is the headdress of a musician. Another is the coif of an author and a poet. One more is the chapeau of a visual artist. I think. I feel. I create. I destroy. I compose. I decompose. I am Not-I
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