Sunday, October 23, 2011

The Fall

Without greed, without envy, 
hoarded memories,
plucked away,
in an abyss, 
by the tumultuous hand of time.

Bare as a cold branch,
kissed by an icicle,
as the chaotic wilderness dances around
beating its chest, tearing its flesh,
my eyes wide opened
but blind to this rage

Hot spring under a sheet of ice,
tears collect at the feet,
A Surge of pain
bellows within
urging for its release

I drown
washing away my parched love
I drown
Reticence wrapping me,
in its lifeless bosom
I drown
just to hear
the last whimper of truth.