The Story Which Never Gathered Again

Inject ‘calm’
through sedative drops
to my blue veins
And
shield wounded core
holding hard
to my fragile life

Bemused
by the cough of life
bruises, caused
to lick those unspoken words

Night walrus
with tough wrinkled skin
along the long tusks
fought flippers whole of night
creepy and insane, till
the ‘day’,
Broke me down:
Calm of space
and reigning clouds drifting around

Injecting calm
to the blue of sky,
the story which never gathered again!

3 thoughts on “The Story Which Never Gathered Again

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    A work that dares to take the reader on a journey of self-discovery and traverse uncharted existential depths.

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