Surmised Afflictions

Crossing your path involves
immersing my cicatrizing wounds
into the saline ether of your
florid motions, generous inflections
and disentangling my limbs
to swim and dock unto your feet
to be jeopardized and be rejected

Because the exodus of this tragedy
is an expostulating pathos
where nothing dares to sink
like ghosts basked in the evisceration
of our long surmised afflictions

That is why before I hear
another mellifluous promise
I am colluding my woes and rues
to immolate myself
into the pyre of desolation
and my ashes will glide like
petals adrift the tempest
or dead fishes in the currents

This unleashed wretchedness
throws me into my cage -
my iniquitous den of eternal
scavenging for felled stars,
ravaging in the dark like how
you sculled a billion sea
to assail double edged climates
to devour me in your fathoms
until drowning was surmised
my favorite onslaught

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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