Unapologetic
20 April 2014
What hast thou done
With the earthen will
Bestowed upon thee?
On queried the Master
As I stood too stricken
For a voice to emerge
I handed in my slate
It was full to the brim
Of wasted memories
Of a cherished time
When snow fell softly
On the inky rooftops
All that I had dreamt
Once, so long ago
A land of icy dreams
Like a barren soil
Thought till nausea
Trodden on sullenly
I lifted high my glass
In celebration of mist
The blank emptiness
Engulfed me silently
Droplets eerily eating
Into the core of sound
Yet on they plodded
Dreams from the grey
Of nothingness born
Inked out by the frenzy
Of an old shadow of me
Whirling from the void
I dreamt, I said, it seems
These ethereal dreams
Thus recovering stance
I glanced back this time
Eye to eye, brows high,
Standing, unapologetic