To Ulysses Poem by Pinaki Dewan

it is the whitest container imagined
the vile and capricious dolour chases

around with my soul clenched
between its tempered jaws frolicking

insolently as if the leash is there
for show i do not understand how

i ended up enchanted i do not know
if i should make the deal i have lost

my feel for scars i only feel fresh
blood now dripping sluggishly down

the chin of my dolour i desire liberty
retching in helpless fervour find me