Suffering

Locked in the folds of tenuous breaths Life stutters on the path of confused dreams Suffer I alone bereft of a star Waiting to be picked up from eddies of needs and surly whims The stalk that once held the flowers Stands askance sniffling as a morbid straw Lifting a tendril in a bid to save my head I walk on to the land wherefrom I could a little sustenance draw Treading through curses and blames thousands I had a hope that I could reach the crown In the game my moves get wrong And the snakes spit venom and gulped me down Dropped on to the bed with closed fists Eyes failed to recognize those stood around Illusion was hidden in the womb of innocence Else I would not have walked this unholy ground The fists are open now with distinct lines No pain as I am accustom to losing the toss Waiting on the stage for the final act to come They have words for nails and my heart for the Cross