Sore ransom with no regret,
drowsiness impending
ever since I met myself,
don’t fail
to hype my fleet sorrow.
I
constantly skirt off into a cover
quite appealed
to your resemblance.
I might be
trashed like a wildebeest
staggered ashore
at the break of day.
With a
certain flair
your allure
infers
and steps
in for nothing at all.
Don’t hide
my detour
and let me
drift on illusion.
I feel like
moving forth
in between
you and dolphin sightings.
No wonder
my oars will be tied down
like the
harsh reality.
Rough
weather looms,
bouts of
despair in a docked heart.
I need to
upend my good judgement.
Your
humbling words are no longer
my foundation.
Still
mesmerised by your dump...
