Swept
What do I care
If the sky's designed
To stumble on
With an instability
Reaching only
The height of despair,
When you can no longer
Feel me
With the only breath
Left to fascinate
The mark of pain
Walking across my grave
Entombed
Within the darkest of night?
Your name whispering
At the back of a thought
As an awareness about to cry
Skins the mind
With your touch of cold colors
It's a lonely reminder
Remaining on the metaphoric lips
Licked in dream's
Anticipation
To taste as the rain
Winding the clock
That spills its anger
Upon the face of all I do
Falling through parallel worlds
I sip upon the intrigue
Of my sleep-soaked pillow
Until the collapse of optimism
Interrupts blinking eyes
And troubles unkempt
Having need to be kept
Neatly away
Inside a buried box
Sweep me under
With the return
Of a promise
To an end of this life
So what do I care
What design the sky
Should fall to,
Once land is upon me?
