Blue Ivies....

The room of blue ivies,

The fists trembling together in a brisk life.

My nose glistened with snow.

Oh, I try, try, try,

The realms of frost in me rise.

I, lost in my own abode,

The heart within me, perennially desolate,

Is loving me a burden that each has to provide?

An undiscovered locket,

Where do I reside?

Aurora borealis seems rarer to me than Halley’s comet.

Lamenting in the county road; an excursion now seems orderly.

The efforts to win now precede the efforts to breathe.

The fan swirling up at the canopy,

The air inside me; tangled such a wreath.

Knives grasped as my hands in custody,

They slashed the wounds and graced their kiss’s creed.

Mom, Dad, let me be onto the steps of heaven.

The expectations you bequeathed upon your child’s eye.

He didn’t live up to the life he would’ve prospered.

Oh, but he tried, tried, tried.

The black body bag where he wishes his body fosters,

With nothing left to feel, an empty vessel,

Seeking escape, yearning for inner peace's wrestle.

The roof feels like the only escape left for him.

The calls I need to write to my friends, time clocking slow,

Don’t know if they will see these eyes grow.

Listen to me before I go.

I need you to know, I want you to sparkle

Every room you walked into, every moment, every life where I couldn’t live any further.

Each, a poison ivy,

Fumes, the scent of heaven to me.

Isolated in the nest of my own tree.

The breeze I should let loose my hands in,

I am unable to even feel.

The people that disappeared in the way,

The mistakes dancing in my grave.

I had my reasons,

There’s no good, no evil.

A story with two sides never spoken together.

The stillness in the tailing light carries a unique alluring weather.

The truth I regret to make my reality,

The loss of you, nothing bigger than the full moon,

Not a care, the buses fairing on a desert’s band.

Practice makes perfect, they say,

The memories embedded in my brain,

I have no guilt, just pain.

In the 3-edged room,

A drop of salt out my eye, streams hidden,

Mother’s cooking outside.

The lies become quilts.

Quilts, at ease, slowly suffocation sets in.

No escape, but to see it through.

Carrying through the tunnel seems unfeasible. Would I still be commemorated,

A warm body at nature’s bounty, incessantly scrutinised

For being a failure that most ignored.

I am planning a future for a person that I can’t even recognise.

Listen, before I go,

This marks our bittersweet end.

I couldn't make it, but I believe in you.

You have the strength to see it through.

You are the future, bright and new,

You are everything that I could never undo.

This letter isn't just goodbye,

It's a hello to your limitless sky.

Embrace the world, spread your wings and fly,

You'll find new dreams, and on them, you'll thrive.