Unspoken

What lurks beneath the deep blue?

perhaps sinister and tenebrous

perhaps the Mystery's a slew

for away from it the angels flew

and towards it the afreet cadaverous

The mangled face behind the calm

the gelignite in the pacific

the shore is awash with qualm

as if in Gilead to search for balm

the wanderers are sophomoric

It is where hope is obsolescent

and faith in a state of torpor

where love is not incandescent

where wisdom is an adolescent

where all my dreams are in stupor

The phantasmagoria is inchoate

a glimpse inside the deep blue hell

the misery I inculcate

a law I dare not desecrate

the unspoken only time will tell