Dot

Off my rocker
In the imagery of shackles
How absurd
The venom of innocence

Tight fists
Clenched lips
Clipped tones

A litany of damns
Anger at the cosmos
At blurry lines of destiny
That rule so mercilessly

Karmic punishment
For riles of a life past

The dues are paid
Unwrinkle my brow
No more ransom
With each exhaled breath

Damn precognition
Hold of invisible threads

The waiting dots, darkens my soul
Countdown to a wretched deliverance