A Dream’s Spine

I’ll write about you again.
As if I never have.

You know, I’ve been trying
To swim with just my hands,
Beating and battering the water all around,
Knowing that
My legs are tied.

My lungs have inhaled so much poison,
But I’ve been trying to breathe
Through the mouth,
Knowing that
My nose is clipped.

My hands are patchy
I tried to pick filth from water
I worked all day, all year,
Knowing that
My hands were bare.

I still dream of love,
When the voices are quiet;
And dream of day,
Endlessly on an endless night.

And I dream that
One day, when skins would
Crave for one another,
And will realise,
It’s all that was missing
Through all the meandering,
All our winning and losing,
None of which, now matters,
We’ll cry a little.
We’ll leave it to the skins
And stay absolutely quiet.

And like we haven’t in years,
We might sleep a little,
Trusting,
Closing the drenched eyes.

And when hammered back
By Reality’s tireless blows,
Torturing and testing
A dream’s spine–

I’ll write about you again.
As if I never have.

Sometime.

_____________________
Subham
Jan29
2018

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