फर्स्ट try

March

My tower, my vast and broken dream.
My river, resounding in its scream.
My coffin, buried in the endless game
My face, constant dull ignoring pain.
My streets, bare charred and black.
My soul,turning from its sunken back.
My child, rising naked out of shame.
My innocence, gone without my blame.
My sunset, nevermore returning red.
My sight, blinded by the fading night.
My distance, surrounded by the shade.
My desire, cut by dulled thin blade.
My wanting, shot by a million arms.
My bed, deserted in the empty charms.
My beloved, consumed deaths eyes.
My thought, consoled darker sighs.
My abandon, true to the deep divide.
My gifts, no longer with me reside.