Time (a Kasa)

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.