The lad with doleful visage
was riding inside the horseless carriage
I could see through his eyes the unfathomable void
he was engrossed creating his own world.
In his face plastered a turgid smile
when he caught my glimpse
for my instincts whispered discretely
when I saw him,
I saw the death of me.
A strange feeling aroused inside me,
I was flummoxed
On how this wind tries to blow me away
from that sepulchral place.
The debris of my yesterday’s memory
scattered like a galaxy on my head,
A sudden nostalgic sprouted lusciously
like an unnamed flower in the midst of dark and eerie forest.
For I must wake myself from this awful imagination,
It’s not a dream,
It’s not a fantasy
but a dreadful nightmare.
The lad that I met was no prince,
he was wearing all black with enigmatic posture
When I heard his voice,
I savored his poison, slick through his tongue.
He was no prince but a hoodwinker.
Words by: CJ Sanchez
Photography: ©opy to the owner