trapped by the wayside

down the knees of grace nor praise

then bow and cry and head crushed by the crowd of rainfalls and angry calls

sounding and mumbling over and never again

eyes kept close

black frozen hair crawled down through fainting arms and legs

pathetic arms strive catching those droplets of innocent tears from the heavens

took a bite of silver nail

and realized crisp air hardly blowing over the union of sweat, and flood, and blood

then shook

then shivered

and wounded fast each memories of wail, and scream, and thunder roaring

then fell out

and dreamed of leaving

heard its voice

rising, falling

and never found it in the ears once more

for it shuts down when dawn starts falling

and pieces of floating ashes remained perplexed, untold, and unknown

then rays, and dashes, and dazzles of truth revealed the face of yesterdays lies

as the music started playing one’s, twice, thrice.

BnT(jan.30,’11)