Night and Day

Another night that the crescent moon discolors
And slowly goes down as it fades away
The scratches by your nails hurt nothing
Compared to your glaciers of misconceptions
The unity of the poem
Is shattered.
For what it’s worth
These splinters of maimed spirit
Is battered.
Another day that I open my eyes to
With frustration, heart-break is fueled
Trying to avoid the damage you’ve done
Pretending everything’s alright and I’m just fine
Timelessly I hear your smell every once in a while
Another torture by unconscious desire.
Though my mind seeks remedy with denial,
My poor heart bleeds for anything to rely on.
And that’s the brief summary
Of my inner sanctum of desolation;
Dried in the day with conditional anger;
Washed in the night floating with tears of sorrow.
’Twas one of the days I called you with those tears
Choking by the rusty fangs of ambivalence
Such a shame that your only concern was
To fight back, to respond to the very end.
So..
Adieu!

