Past pins me; split arrows pierce
a sweet ache suffocates me
honeyed stings – kill me slowly
but the ache, keeps me alive.
I seek shelter; succour in suffering
present’s forked tongue, licks purple wounds
future beguiles, temptingly
sepia toned on purpose
I measure the pain, by handfuls
then bury it; my chest heaving.
shambolic is my life
time like gumiho; toys with me.
Sanaa at dVerse says:
Write a poem using the Poetic form “Kasa.” The choice of topic is entirely up to you.