My Catalepsies Poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza

A shabby I am
An aeon to befall
My burning fortitude
Ardor! To be displeased

I tried to covet
But it endures and repeated
I run home
To make everything a novel

I descent
And fell out of darkness
I conceive
Behold! The impetus opulent adobe

To anchor one
And occlude the cycle
Never bend away!
Bespeak a persuasive fidelity

If i could
Heed the unmutilated wound
I'll fall first
With the catalepsies of wretchedness!

...Affliction arises!


-January 30,2012
MLM