Shadows of Oliver Twist

Separated lotus will never return
To the kingdom of famine and scorn.
Mothers cry for their feeble flowers.
Soil of sorrow, we are your plowers!
Tears are not able to water your wold.
Explosion of nerves is uncontrolled.
Salt imbues my throat and oesophagus.
Local Napoleon has lost his confidence.
Corrosion of joy becomes a mass action.
Hungry roamers forget the benefaction.
Palps of chaos tickle your morbid faces.
Axes are close. Acclaim the chasers!
Panthers of darkness lick my cold palm.
Animals can eat me without a qualm.
I`m lucky they`re full. However, I feel
The breath of doom and blade of steel.
I want to win this horde of questions.
I lack the words. I use the hectic gestures.
My life looks like an abandoned shed.
Painter of sun, embellish my silhouette!
Chariots of vanity don`t notice my coins.
I drink my sweat and callus on my loins.
My soul needs the resurrection of light.
Music of fire, re-energise my faded delight!

2020