Baskadia

UNTITLED

Like the only ocean

I once see and swim

And never want again

Only the melodies

From the sea sparrow

Keep calling my spirit

I felt the least of me

To this wild ant

Not busy, not industrious me

Craving not to the urge

My soul own a house afar

Blinking and shining in disguise

My forbidden garden

The city of paracite

The disease that only suicide can take away

Thee that can hear this face

Not born or implanted

It a seed I'll sow

The buried emotions

That can't rest and sleep

The only hope

That was buried ago

The only trust

The cohesion leakage

Maybe I'll keep strong

Saying it the way they came

Till they sit for me

Then the documented documents

Their gaze in my line

My ink they praise

AGU Sunday.C.