Desolate Verse...

Desolate chambers,
With pictures, ghosts in mind,
Chamber sleep to the silent music
of the woman who seems to be in pain,
And I wait, slow drumbeat,
Thunder, storm,
Come, Come fast!
And I shout, mute silent scream,
Inside, with a small thirsty knot inside,
Words flowing unto the brink yet falling,
As though water in a low pressure tube,
Hollow cough, drought,
Intrigue, and the flow pauses,
You wonder, dried hands, emptied isolation,
If your fight, in that struggle,
it is isolation you seek,
Music flows seamlessly,
In a strange and distant song,
And in the clouds of smoke,
You sit pondering…
Life passes by…
You stare, vacant eyes,
Vacant voice,
Desolate life…
Desolate chambers,
Desolate lie…

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju