Towards the Verge of Comfort
poor pity solider
Eager to loose his horrific sight
Though his hope is sweating blood to seek the light
Light that helps him fight, light that kept him tight inside
The light that provides him the moon sight
With his kin at his side.
As candle lit in the sky
White foam starts to clear the sight
He strained his eyes, the eyes
Which saw his captain die
The eyes
Which saw his flesh getting apart from his thigh
The Arm which cries
Leaving Salty red drops to fly to die,
The cruel arm wearing arrogant on
Letting himself cry on and on
Whereas his wingless tears crawling to make him strive
So that they won’t die
Hanging on the prow, thinking about gone
His beats are down.
Secreting red ink On
On the white wall
Having blue patches
Where ever his eyes went on
He became loon for a moment
So loon that even his death would laugh on what he said
“Ho! It feels so fresh between the ice
The ice receiving my live sacrifice
It’s the best place to die, where the dead shell don’t receive file’s”
The ice splits into two, two into three, three into four
As the sharp east orange swords rise and strokes
Thinking about the silent music is his only hope
Which is in the icy slope
He start’s to remember his past, when he chased his children back
“I’m going to get you” he silently says
Pearls from his eyes came again.
The poor solider came out of loop of his past
He sees his Venus at nine, “come to me “she said
Sitting on the air,
And children playing with her hair
The old soldier comes in the form and made
His shoulders move along.
It was just useless as he couldn’t bear his flesh
Coming out, out of his chest, out of his thigh
out of every where in his sight
“It’s the best place to die where no one can cry
I cry for myself, I give my own eulogy
About this tragedy with little sprinkle of comedy”
He prayed for his own funeral
He was the only ruler, only citizen, the only joker of the icy town
With the dead audience all around
He took his last breath
Went to an endless trip
His eager to lose his horrific sight was satisfied
And his blood came out of his hair to close his eyes.
Copyright © Km Siddarth | Year Posted 2017
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