If Everything

If everything goes
If nothing remains
My writing will
Cavort
Lavish your name
With
my entire ardour
and passion
I'm capable of...

My heart flips like hurricane
As I write this to you...

Victor my soul cannot
crown
For you regard me -
conquest.

So I write pain
I tear feverish ink on paper
It dries in the sun of
igneous neglect. ..

Still I scribble
My secrets
My dreams
My fears
Not as master of poetry
But slave to my identured
heart.

I haven't asked a pity
No not an inkling of grace
Regard my words ghost written
Undeserving of praise.

I throw my thoughts howling to the winds
A lament,  a momentary prayer
To cease
pain your lover's embrace to ease
Gentle soar, depart your breeze
Easy to dare now lies displease.

Not now, not ever never gaze
Upon such lack lustre lines as these.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014