I saw imaginary masks walking along the streets in the Wolf Creek,
So I too wear a mask to hide my tears with a big smile plastic.
An absolute darkness is eating me, all I can feel is heebie-jeebies;
Yuk! I'm sucked deeper and deeper into a hole of screaming meemies!
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.
A round-backed figure with a cigar is sitting on the narrow bridge
Heaving tortuous sighs, sledging at his own shadow with a grudge;
A lonely man is a lonesome thing - a stone, a stick and a bone!
Ugh! Shedding two tears, I Weep alone and walk alone in a cyclone.
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.
I bid to meet harlequin on a tree pine and in palanquin a bride,
Ugh! One merry Andrew and a lonely gremlin took me for a ride;
To hide the wounds, I strive alone; if heart breaks, I mourn alone!
As the petals fell upon the stem of thorns, a rose in me died alone.
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.
A cold wind is swinging branches in dark graveyard without light;
Tut-tut! Obscure clouds are overcasting skies in a mournful sight!
I died a death but stayed alive; in phantom's likeness I survive;
Alive, yet dead, I walk alone in rooms with walls as cold as stone.
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.
Harindhar, I admit to struggling with interpreting some of the English grammar here, but - the sheer unbridled joy and seeming licentiousness of this poem (unless I have completely misread it) is a delight. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Will sort all those glitches when I reedit my poems, thank you for your keen observations
A really great poem, liked it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Stars In The Night.
I'm honoured by such a beautiful comment on the poem ππππ
hey, what did you say about a harlequin? ...(joke) . this poem is a picture of your today`s mood. but time will pass and you`ll find your happiness in yourself first of all. The poem is great. I `ve told and will tell again I like your style of writing, your play with words. it is amazing.
Thank you for awesome running commentary on the poem ππππ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Licentiousness? Well I don't know, but it sure does have its moments. Well done, you sure are getting better with English. Read mine - An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric - Adeline
Thank you will sort those glitches when I reedit my poetry ππππ