By the night
That falls,
I feel caged
In the love
That seemed
Like an abode.
By the grace
Of roses,
I let my heart
Cry for its
Freedom
Since it is
Completely
Destroyed
By dawn.
The selfless
Outtake of
Passion
Brought
A clutched
Memoir
To its
Eternal
Deliverance
By sunrise.
Leaving it to die,
By a torturous
Emancipation.
A catharsis
Of verses
Peeled
From lyricism.
