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
