Monday, November 12, 2012

A Carnival of Cliff Hangers



It's a vicious circle
rotating around my sun
a black beast sheds its skin
to dramatize a façade,
a character charade
scripted into nine lives
she sinks into the soil
succumbing to sorrow
and out of her sores
she soars into the stratosphere.

There is dark sunshine
which leads to colour blindness,
there is a rainbow that is near yet so far
curtained behind the cold sun.

It has stayed like chilling fever,
nine times death
and a nine timed resurrection,
taping me into loose tights,
It's what others call a circus
and I, a cliff hanger carnival.






1 comment:

Ghazala Hossain said...

Stark and powerful: your words