Suaranya Kesepian©

Amending like a big bulbous tree
Lists on a branch,
Names etched in a tree.
Like on every outstretched arm;
So delicately..
Where my hands have rested
Not picking up, not putting down
Silently so did my snug pen rest
On a sleepless gown.
Mortality, star bound
Shied and i,
Like the moon does founder
In a restless sky.

Giants, so high and overgrown
My voice turned little and inside,
Bespoiled by phantoms
Running carelessly amok at night.
Shaken hardly risen, here
Is fragility a symbol
Pulses churning the feminine wild
Regaled instances 
And the memory; turned mild.

-Alana