Damn!

I have a broken leg,
I have a twisted arm
And I even got a pierced pair of orbs.

That’s really good.
I visualise thus,
And I put on the robe
And robbed all the colours of life.

That’s one evening
And a gale I harp often
Brought diamonds studded coal.
How heavy…
Oh! How heavy were they:
My broken leg,
My twisted arm;
How desperate were they,
And glitter that pierced my blind
And jealousy that compound my frailty?

Then there,
My mystics smile
That I learnt long ago
Temp another Mona Lisa;
Yet my vision,
Still flicker by truth and love
Seek succour.

But there,
My dreams and her beauty
All crumbled.