Tonight, <br />Like every day, <br />you complained at words <br />I used perchance. <br />Speculated, <br />that they lacked romance. <br />The hurt I hide, <br />you do me with your words lance. <br /> <br />In the shadows <br />of the room you stay. <br />As I waited for the light <br />to fail in your eyes <br />I can see in the <br />hooded eyes, <br />the lies that as truth you say. <br /> <br />My words <br />are obnubilated with darkness <br />of settled blood. <br />Congealed, <br />mingled with the earth <br />it reeks the rust red <br />that blood just bled. <br /> <br /> <br />I traversed a journey thru <br />your covered miles. <br />And with me, carried <br />a pair of smiles. <br />The smirk, to veil from the world <br />the crepuscular agonies. <br />The other, a grin at self <br />to attempt these follies.<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erebus/
