weapons told as lies,

a straight path as the world dies,

flowers in the dark,

mushrooms fail to grow,

a pox on the disease,

fungus venturing deep,

we plant the pretty tree,

while it’s leaves wither away,

green hopes are true,

wicked memories of you,

a sea of waves,

wash me away,

the jetsam of flotsam,

midstream leakages,

to give a hope lost in my dreams,

denial woven in the lines of dialogue I wished to say,

but time heals none of it,

for there is no wound,

just me…