It was too late,
Too late to get back
No time to take the weigh off
that time of the month
When Mercury was in the retrograde
Where the moon was so red
When July tricked like a juggler
When things seemed so opaque
When mind couldn't be at rest
When decisions were to be made
It was miserable and hollow
Hormonal flipping and sorrow
Anger, anxiety and fits of panic
Little by little,
Scattered and dispersed
My soul, my heart, my universe
A moment of realisation
Value of someone
Gone and crushed
Like sighing in a grindstone
Leaving one behind
Paused and immobile
Like a dead dark crow
Against the rupturing winds
Having a broken wing
Among people so mean
Shabby and disabled
Upon time so cruel
Disappointed and dejected
Being decisive and ecliptic
I, waited and waited
For the tides to turn
Adjusting sails
Anchoring and tossing
Under shades of sun
Raining and raining
And heart all blood bathing
Irrevocably unpleasant
Fallen into the pitch black well
Deep down in the ground
Dust and stained
Pretty painful,
All in vain.
Those 22 days of loss
Haunting horror
Till the life one day
comes to an end.
A puzzle all lost
A treasure without keys.
Dedicated to M.
