Fudged

Fudged to the limits of the insanity,
The passive feeling of disassociated union
Some lies down over the sack of the chums
Some gush over them negating it even for the cuddle

Clouds running over the head,
The eyes hounding them till then run
Clamped to the tunes of the fumes in loom
Thrown in the silent valley of roaring words

Clutched in to the hue of the shadow
Listening to the dreaded words not for one
I choose to lose not me but the faith in the wait
Lost to the profanity of the vicinity far was me

Clairvoyant you to the task I never saw the mask
Flared by the flow of the glow I was murk
The spark was their but sanity washed it
The silence of the washed colours were not me……