Resignation

Once again in my head,

I hear the growing bang,

thoughts of retreat

and harmony,

all mixed up

in an unholy matrimony,

feeding my heart

with uncircumcised food,

a call to be the bait.

Unspoken memories,

untold dreams,

filling my aimless vacuum,

a heart that thinks on nothing,

Nothing but history.

Splatters of the fountain,

rushes of the wind,

these thoughts perform alike,

on this punctured soul.

In the theatre of life,

play me the music of sorrow,

that I may perform,

a melodrama, dear to heart,

to remind me of my stolen dreams.

Unfulfilled, I lie,

waiting for mother earth

to claim her treasured possession.