green moss

Wandering soul

perched on the green moss

 on the brown stairs

leading to depths of the pond

floating blue water lilies 

flaunting wide green leaves

failing to cover up 

the sordid tales beneath

muddy waters

that seeped into the lungs

putting out the silken dreams 

unmasked the threads 

those long and slippery ones

that tore and tied her legs too

those half baked stories

those venomous snakes 

that glided and writhed

the pristine white robe floated

clinging to algae 

shards of broken heart

pierced on to the onlookers

the black conscience 

warped in orange lies

soul loomed above

cracked and dried

longing for the wet warmth

of the swollen body

that succumbed 

searching

for unfailing friends

weeping womb

the deep waters

filled up the crevices

with wet and windy sins

to ripple into whirlwind 

to slip away

 into orbit of blissful abyss

soulful slumber 

of no more

empty lifeless lifetimes