LILY

A flickering ray of sunlight,
Seeps into a freezing cubicle,
Where he holds himself prisoner,
To self imbibed solitude.
And the cadavers and nightingales burst into a song,
In the tongue of pain.
A bittersweet feeling presses itself,
Onto the coarse path of a dreary life.
The vultures of judgement beckon,
For the evening sets in at a slovenly pace,
But the dreamer in the cubicle,
Conspires no escape.
A greying bundle of filth waits for the night to set in,
For the day has left him famished.
And his entrails creak in a prayer for rest.
He leans back setting his eyes on a quest-
For simple joys in the cracks and crevices of a wasted life,
His eyes hunt them and weave them in a veil,
That conceals the scars and bruises that fate chose to make.
His bloodless heart calls him from yonder,
For love still exists in its forfeited remains.
And as longing flies out of its sealed cage,
A lily in the wild withers away…