Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Black

So many times, drifting in and out of loneliness
I have woken up in your dreams.
I have stared at the walls so long
That they have collapsed on my thoughts.
And trying to salvage them
From underneath the debris,
I have stumbled upon
Remnants of your discarded whispers
And collected them,
To adorn the passages of my mind.

Everyday
I have consumed black.
Injected it, inhaled it, exalted it.
With the shadows i have embraced it.
The rain trickled with the sadness
Of your parting smile,
And the dampness wet my dreams.
In that infantile hour, time revealed its agony
Healing every sorrow, its own wounds wide open.

1 comment:

mêlée said...

you are quiet a poet :)