Colour of the Trap

I am ensnared
In somewhere between
blue--or red?
Such a prone revulsion

Unsparing gasp
In every tale
About fracture
And how to veil

Why don't old heart
Emerge and offer
Redemption, or hurt
As a dope; an over?

For thee have none
Left for I alone
Strand, leave a grave
Like I was misbehave

Thee shall do none
As lies has endure whole
Trenchant leaves to postpone
From raining the pit hole

I, an ensnared stray
Beseech and whisper
In a colour of leftover
Pathetic endeavor

-Yogyakarta, 15 Mei 2013