Your Majesty

Majestic, but just from a distance

apoplectic, but just from indifference

 

constructed, of pinprick pride

conflicted, of seasick tide

 

maniacal, not whole but in part

mechanical, but just in the heart

 

framed, colours shrieking with vibrancy

famed, pictures sinking despite buoyancy

 

mighty, with a toll on the centre

brightly, not as much as the mentor

 

protracted, a battle for the denizens

contracted, space for the inhabitants

 

bafflement, at the height of a hover

malnourishment, to the needs of a lover

 

pardoned, with nary a trial

convicted, of lighting the pyre

 

majestic, but just from a distance

lethal, but just to existence

A Separation

A howling, cold, blustery wind,

a contract is broken, a pact to rescind,

A measure of mettle,

in a garden of rusty metal,

Where inhaling is frozen,

and exhaling breeds echoes,

Silence is tension,

warmth’s apprehension,

A pair of eyes, scour the room,

a pair of eyes, heavy with gloom,

Care has been taken,

callous hearts, roots shaken,

Ink stains on paper,

memories of pain, tapered,

Muscles tight, a nervous twitch,

signing stalls, a minor hitch,

Hesitation, but not for long,

reservation, all but gone,

Eyes gloss over with clear,

eyes betray, a moment of fear,

The end has come,

for some yet for none,

What’s done is done,

black eclipses the sun.