Catharsis

Catharsis

Once again I see
Things I was not meant to
Through the hazy pane
That shields, your world

Lips that tasted like dew
Settling slowly ,smouldering
Conquering and yielding
Born again and new

Give me the hemlock I desire
Doubts that cloaked words,unspoken
When I walked that thin wire
Of deceit and promises broken

The birthday gift that made no sense
A wooden frame with a calligraphy grill
That would swathe your face with sundrops
That every morn I woke up to see

And what if it is cloudy , you asked
It is cloudy today I wrote ,
And I feel like the jew
Whose cheek, the pound of flesh, smote