Hyperbole

I travel through the

Fractured landscape of

My oppression


Your memory my only

companion, melting my

Dreams into pure shimmer


You lie back, languid

On the berth, staring at a

Moon I can't see


Your sad melancholic

Eyes, writing poetry

That I can't, won't, read


God calls to me

And my infidel heart,

While I die as


I travel through the

Fractured landscape of

My oppression


Your presence,

Half imagined, half real

Fills up my thoughts


Devouring each part

Of my soul, as you

Declare all of it


Hyperbole