my poetry and prose/ Moved on.

Oh why do you gush in incessant

Incomprehensible soliloquies

The errant phone bleats

A slaughtered lamb as:

Ring, ring,ring ring.

Turned on the radio I did

Turned on the news I did

Turned on the kettle I did

But like an unbearable anthem

A siren,maybe two,thunders the phone.

Ring.

Your words spew routine and a cycle

Every single time,u holler

Left you left you left you

Left you I did not.

Only you left first,

Left me in tears.

Left me in pieces

Left my spirit wild

Broken,torn and dispaired,

It was me and the world

Left.

You will find a whim a fancy

A fret,a sigh delightful

A different aspect,a different other

In an individual other.

The sun glows,another new day

The horizon remains a glimmer

For you and me separately

Thank you for being a chapter instrumental

Teaching,moulding refinning my art,me

I sing my future and visions onwards

Only departed,independent,yours truly.

Alone.

Two years the grudges grow

Like weed that stretches bold

Overlooking,overlapping overall

Overcome this you me will

Over the rainbow lies

A halo,a gem

Hidden.