Dissonance

Pebbles at the window

By fate, lustful sadness

Settles in like a draft

And makes itself at home

I can taste the citrus in my stomach, 

Acrid and bold,

Vengeance of stifled joys and rotting dreams

Fallen kingdoms of The Hollow Men

Would have me know

This is the way the world ends,

A quiet end,

All dead land and whimpers.

If not apt to weep, on to laughter,

The perfect antidote for fools,

Bemused by unwelcome guests

Dancing splinters in my shoes,

Daftly pressing for more, more.

Music in the nightmares of my bones

Has yet to kiss a crescendo

Far too inveigled to let up.

Each time it must leave me gasping,

Wishing as the world caves in,

Amidst the crumbling of its papyrus walls,

For a gentle song to hum.