Kite (8)
Rejected sunlight creeps between the blinds
To pander of the glory it once held
It splashes off the tile and finds split eyes
The hapless surrogate, fate has befell
A chain unending with no start or stop
Links emanating from the boundless bare
That graceless, pointless, soulless, careless pop
To pin me down and plead that I should care
Indifference is the currency of life
Become too tangled, caveat emptor
To shake and wither like a tethered kite
A foolish windmill chaser’s cards unfurled
With stone tied to the chest, wading to sea
Slave’s prayer on bated breath in disbelief
-MDR, 2019