12 LIVES
To the Mother shaking head to her son's cries watching anxiety and pains glints like fireflies retying the knots of her blue-turned-black wrapper as she meandered on dreams higher than skyscraper Can you listen to this song I am about to sing? You have 12 lives to live no matter how life stings. To the Boy on his swing of loneliness mending his worn out trousers of dreariness on curvy slopes he tripped over years ago whilst trying to lift the burden behind his ego Can you take your time to read whatever I write? You have 12 lives to live no matter how life bites. To the Girl on her pyjamas of pains waiting to wash away the blood when it rains the claws of predators on her silky skin and the miseries she swept into sticky bin Can you walk out of your hollowed lair? 12 Lives are fabricated for you, so live with care. To the Father on his superhero expression basking in muddy pool of depression overdosed drugs,green bottles and flying flames shuddering to life theories a...