Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Soul Beyond Sympathy

     
Skew sketch of truce havoc,
spit my soul to unwield.
A fluid frantic of pulse walk,
searching for drain to relieved.

A mental gust to fridge flow,
put my attempt in draggle.
Spine heart quit to seize glow,
a swindler comrade, seems twinkle.

The spirit blamed my insane,
for ashes of, some known failure.
Do I care, I'm in pain ?
tragic to face the guilt so pure.
The waves sign, my inner as empty,
but thing here, is beyond sympathy.