sinking words

Zonked but it isn’t helping either, mooching all around over and under it,
thinking not to think over it but yet it refutes to vanish, the sparkle is on,
the clarity was all shut down by simple words of allegations,
succumbed to such a disaster, and let it be their while me not,

ploy of being the one and the lone is all that’s gone, but how and why?
seems crippling over the soul under the soul thy and I seized to breath,
nothing seemed so engulfing, nothing allured more than thy,
let it be the born tide in all the fine times except the last in dawn of nine,

seemed reluctant to fall prey to the emotional craft was only the trust,
fading but shining over the words of allegations, seemed, were they there,
Grew like the mushroom after the rain from heaven but never lasted,
The accent weren’t all I had in my mind or body, walked over the moonbeam,

Never felt the tiny pinches to be as strong as the last stab came
The deeper it went the nearer I came to see how much fun it was,
The oozing blood had its own silence as calm as the bed of the dead Sea
Words suppressed it with its own hidden treasure of trust and loath to see it,

Like something like nothing like everything like acquaintance like more
Alike were dislikes branded evil in the newer likes the sudden flights to bid bye
The sudden voyage to never by graves of truths to the flowering lies,
Every astute and vociferous were deafening, blinding over the words coming,

Cursing the pale thoughts over dictation I shrugged, but ducked more within
The exemplification of the ambiguity was taken as the sword slicing not but tearing
Longest threads of notes, some good some best but not for lone bird out in the nest
The hay got lost in the cold breeze, the castle over the words dissolved, evolved

The pieces collected over the thread of note shoed was never a string attached
The string seems like musical chord for the more and roared within, detached yet loud
Everything fell under the sky but didn’t found place sleep its last night,
The courage and belief till the dawn rescued to walk away from the console

But to where? Found the stabbing arm all around and even was the lone choice
The echoes were strong but may be like the thirsty any drop is from heaven,
The longest night ever without any light from the celestial dropping over,
The heart beats were in silence, the thoughts shrinking in the deep frozen bed,

The insanity of hope came over each time with a word from heaven though not
The words sank deep and floored all the thoughts of fright from the heart and rested,
May be for more fun to be wrecked of for the reasons of the changing season,
The seasons changes but for they offer a belief, a sign, a chance to be better of

The strokes to the veins were alive from all sides in and out
Surviving to a couples of them, bowed to the last verdict over the long day
The best words on hear from the above while being buried in the grave
Promises, prayers rests in peace, none does the one, for the castle above the grave…

Being the lost one in the new found ambience of familiarity I choose not to feed
The thoughts flow and glow on and go, but lone were the mones from deep within