Until…

I drink from the pool

of self-made abyss

of the mortified bliss

until

I walk smeared in regrets

of past leftovers

of blasted makeovers

until

I roll in the sands of time

of one many lifetimes

of their forlorn rhymes

until

I follow the trails

of sanguine morrows

of deflated sorrows

until

I peel off yesteryears

off their vestiges

off eluded hopes

off surrendered dreams

until

~~~~~

Asha Seth