By Ojeswi Medisetti
sailing along the edge of your cult
salty waves of a treacherous result
take my eyes along with your tune
watch her prize the dawn of gloom
lose all your wishes in the sea
be born anew with a plea
may all your needs be swallowed
sorry to all my ancestors of hallow
I couldn’t take this life predefined
racing with you including your kind
I’m not sure if I ever loved your oath
kiss of a leaky sun and warmth
to my creepy front of an outer god
do I run with you or from you, lord?
the burden of being burned with Icarus
and an eternal slumber to awaken us.
By Ojeswi Medisetti
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