I fell, round the table clothed
My arms were locked
in motionless pulse
I paused to relook my realms
A remnant, I felt on the flow
Corroded by the flowers that passed and saw
A white rose stained with the knife
I could only watch as time passed my life
the soil was already stained...
I had no choice but quaver the door
I closed myself so thight
even my emotions weren't right
A pearl on the floor, I saw
Screaming in agony to recovery
My pain would only lye
my shadow would walked raw
I fell, round the table, clothed
My arms were locked
in moments of fingertips
I counted time with broken ribs...
(Written on 22 July 2019)
(II)
