inks on fire:  random sketches 02

time-out

you strangle me by day
entangle me by night
stone-deaf to all i try to say
of my impending flight

your filigree is spent
entrapment cunningless
horizons new my spirit vent
beyond your stunningness

i see the open sea
might i plunge in and drown
perhaps your passion would be free
or silence wear a frown

i grieve for your demise
i wanted us to last
implosive, without compromise,
we sink into the past

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫