Hollow Bastion Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Hollow Bastion



Cascading, every brick
The downward spiral is inevitable
And the hunger of desolation is insatiable
Like mouths, wide open for atonement of sins
And embellished peccadilloes,
Where am I to go, but in this hollow bastion?

Vapidly confounded, made of consolidated dreams
That liquefy in the night, and turn stony gray in the morning
Look at all the people, prancing, pouncing like wolves
Smiling like callow children with vestal eyes
Look at me, in a mire of an ebbing disease in lungs, in heart
My cold, black heart of icy fangs and pronged beasts

Why, in all the darkest portions of a sullen veneer,
Hath this chosen me with whim, rid of sagacity and reason
Why me, of all the foolish men, am I the worst kind?
That I deserve such loneliness that is smoldering, and blinding?
Unblinkered, the world in their eyes, yet in mine
It is but opaque, and the caliginosity swings like pendulums and clocks

Why are you sneering? Laughing?
Insults to the bone of scraggy structure
Of contemptuous chagrined masks of defeat
Why are you euphoric, and I, meanwhile, wound up in a world of vertigo
And anhedonia, please tell me why?
I have flaws, and so does the river of time abused

This hollow bastion of arms made for a bastinado
A tormenting lambaste, scourging at the mirrors
I can feel my bones break, as the immense, fractured night
Billows in streaks of cloying screams that beckon
In the event of my demise as a human,
Shame on my soul, I died right before my verve

The hollow bastion turned into one, languid smile
Because in oblivion, there is a perdition
That austere sighs can reach - believe me, I have been there
Almost every day of my existence
And so I curse every portion of heaven
So I could repent and resent later, with a priest and a soldier.

One more smile and I have gone senile
Deaf from the world, the world of juvenile restraint
And repugnant words, this surging trance is null and void
Where am I in the barren terrain?
Why, in all corners, defiled - destitute
Why? Help, this hollow bastion is useless.

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