Apparel

By Arnav Mall

The dreams I had have been shattered once again, 

Shallow clouds have showered rain, 

Nights filled with crawlling demons, 

Have shadowed me once again. 

Streams have gone dry, 

Mighty have fallen, their faces have wry, 

Tall timbers have perished, 

All have sunk deep in the shallow depths of heart. 

They put a blade at my throat, 

They pierced me with many swords, 

They tore apart my apparel, 

And all I focused on was a black Dahlia that they held. 

The moths they call me inane,

They said, "what did your love gain?"

With questions they pierce my heart again and again, 

Every blow a wrenching realization that all I did was truly in vain.

By Arnav Mall