In response to my family’s worries of surviving covid in prison:
I am alive and well, although real life
is adjacent to where I reside.
A boundary that distorts one’s visions at times.
I shall survive and thrive.
I am in fate’s domain, a detour of
bewildering burdens that I am not
to comprehend at times.
Survive and thrive, a trait no doubt
bestowed to entertain the fates.
For my dad’s 60th birthday:
Thirst
Our thirst for wine
Once quenched
We’ve become somber
Our desire for knowledge
Once acquired
Intoxication
Earthly herbs aroma
Stellar scents of dust
Yet experienced
My Pain
Yesterday’s culprit, tomorrow’s stain, deep searing pains
Guilt, sorrow – sculpt my chains
Harsh and cruel upon a spirit
Piercing one’s dreams
A caustic deed to redeem
Costly treasure, redemption indeed
Forsaken – a soul in need
Is atonement creed
Revelations awaken to take and gain
Salvations ache and distress
Today’s treacherous caress
My stain
My chain
My pain
