Traces of your mistakes
Hinder application
On every matter
That hints dysfunction.

Succumbed in hesitation;
To meander among regrets
And stumble among
Safety-damned nets.

Pain arrives:
Uniform’d strangers
On a disparaging doorstep
Laments the cheap loss
Of sweet innocence.

Pain glistens:
Little war’tree masses
Dismember sight
And leave empty sockets

No amount of action
Can deliver us,
Not enough tongue
That will suffice,

No degree of affirming touch
Can sustain this,
No mind-reimbursed visual
To replete the abyss;

Memory seeps through my defenses
And darts around tendon and nerve-ending,

Transparent bubbles slumbers
Around the edges of mine eyes,

Muscles contract
And deceives the face to smile,

Sagas of unwelcome events
Flutter around in cages,

Specific history explodes
In augmented stages.

Compressed;
From lips, disperses

Flailed to the floor
To cradle my curses.

This construction lends
Intemperately
On dissolving beats
And bits of rain
Drained by a severed heart

This tone depends
Exclusively
To throbbing drums
And echoes of melancholy

Electrocute the brainy electricity
Discharging tendon-eating particles
Across the circumference of my skin.

Dehydrate the salty ocean
Crammed behind the doors
Of my sandy eyelids.

With touch of finger
And splash of light
Focusing eyelids
Leaves the safety of night.

Shadows sprung alight
And in less then seconds
Configures the contours
Of a wretched shape.

Pardon my literary contraption
I’m just trying to render
My present rapture
In quite a stuck up way.

Excuse me pitiful ones
My irony is not aimed at you
But neither similes nor hyperboles