Canary

Artwork by
Rishav Singha/Facebook
Painstrokes/ Instagram

Eh,
breathing,
Yet clenched to the rein,
Roots clasping
To shiver the aroma,
of my dismay.
Forever shackled by the dark
blackbird growling beyond words

Prolonged feud over
Anarchy.
Trailed down
by the lustful
thorns of time.

Suspecting my dilemmas of sensations,
thrown away into a quandary.
Accompanied by the
cry's of  canary;
Trailing near the edge of light
Hoping to watch the canary cry
Without the blindfold.