neither here nor there …



traversing the meandering bylanes of life,


tears fall,


through the cauldron of strife,
memories like jagged shards of sorrow,


embedded,
hewn into a torrent of emotion,


flow on …

               and on,


cascading over raw wounds,
                reaching, without

                seeking,

peace …

                within.



clinging onto filaments of hope,


while hollow words
crawl,


fade,
mope,


slinking away to settle,


           on tattered scrolls,


while life persists,


so long as the river rolls…