Unapologetic

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