Amidst the doldrums,

The vengeful hurricane attempted to gulp him down.

And he, the tramp, whom she had tethered to a pole,

Desperately attempted to escape it all.

The tramp then freed himself,

And ran towards the quicksand.

And while he endeavored to remain afloat there,

Resisting its vicious quagmire,

She emerged from nowhere and

Began to devour his feet and hands.

What were the choices left to him now?

A walk through the blood laced rains?

Or a dive into the megalomaniac sea of pains?

Or another scandalous free-fall,

Into the dark labyrinths of her heart, where it all began?

With much skill, he outwitted the witch of the sands,

And ran towards the blood laced rains.

But he soon saw that she stood there drenched,

Attempting to quench her thirst with his blood.

Her nails, now more like claws,

Came with a lightning speed to tore his heart.

Taking his chances, he now plunged into the sea of pains,

And lo! His tears flowed down incessantly like blood laced rains.

As he kept drowning on his own tears,

It pained and pained,

In his body, in his heart, in his memories of her, which he could not discard.

She now walked menacingly through his memories with an axe,

To muffle forever his calls of distress.

What were the choices left to him now?

An impromptu, existential crisis induced denial?

Or continuing this insipid, heart-rending game?

Or another scandalous free-fall,

Into the dark labyrinths of her heart, where it all began?

Note: Here a dejected lover's dream sequence has been presented as a poem. I have taken inspiration from abstract and absurd poetry and have tried to incorporate some of their characteristic features in it.