anjett Poetry (4)

It is funny you don’t wear blue anymore
Wore it to shreds tore?

it's funny you look for a place to go
So Alone, quiet, inside. a long forgotten woe?

Its funny how you ceased to be you
An alien force gone all awry spent too

Its funny your heart is frozen stone cold
Dried tears congealed, in harsh light, mock your mold

It’s funny you suddenly found a place in filthy revelry
death is near... though it's time, hidden cleverly

it's not funny nor sad
just a discarded piece in some trashy ballad

shattered pieces all around some lost forever some washed ashore, did you find the other half of the one you gave me...

cleft asunder pieces of you and I
touch softly the debris it's all I have left over of who you once were, to me my one love...

in my hand I gently hold that one perfect being you once had been just for me only for me
love tied me tight but oh so softly it encircled my ' being' not a drop did mess the earth with blood

even traces shall not be here or anywhere

never shall be
ever no more

dead deaf blind moles
stagnating in murky holes

shadows slinking in light's blinking
a sounded tear lost in wailing

memory never sets free
fate's capricious decree

never draw near light
shadows cannot live in lit up- bright

die if it suits you best
I am closed, laid out for eternal rest

I wear truth's true hat, fits so well
got million ones, not one will I sell

shall wear green sleeves
even if they morph into leaves

strike a path remove dread
be true to it dear, it is a lovely head

I wear truth's hat in gratitude
never part with this blissful quietude

or will the storm of heavily laden hate
swish it off... my true mate...?

as truth be my witness
I shall be true in truth's steady earnestness