Labyrinth
It descried me,
The sleeping tiger's fang
Hampering my neck,
And the endless brunt
And the plastered smile
Shrouding the perdition
Thawed with the white snow
As stark as amnesia
Where am I
Amidst your indifferent stares?
Cloy me again
And pilfer my vision
You are my adamant eyes
Sunken in delusion.
It caught me
The lacquer compassion
And the myopic acceptance
Chafing the fortified resistance
To undrape the bronze skin
And reveal the gaunt soul
Shackled inside a den
Of brazen yearning
And of unabashed fears
And here, at the floor
Of a vale I cannot fathom
Your touch still lingers
And it hurts with a pain
More immense
Than you'll ever unravel
As you graze the engraved
Scars and dilapidations;
These open wounds
Bathed in salt,
I felt the bleak fate
Of solitude bursting
Into evanescence
And the wallflowers
Weren't the only one
Crying with me
But then again
It sank to where
Everything is girdled:
The cul-de-sac of this
Ephemeral labyrinth
These emptied chasms
Inside of me
Contains your ghosts
And they will forever saunter
The dark limbo
Of its ornate alleys
And my eyes will
Grow dark as oil
Darker than
Oblivion
So I can keep you
Like a secret
In the dark
Until one day
I shall shrivel
From incinerating.
poem by Norman Santos
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