Sunday, February 27, 2005
Within
she walked out from a cold fog
charmed by powers of ambidexterity
ignorant, yet cunningly aware.
he stood there in the rain
drenched in his own sorrow
saddened, yet blindly ignorant.
i had wanted to tell him
she'd have walked by
just like anyone along this street
i had wanted to tell him
she'd be smiling
but my words seemed to grey before me.
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the man in the corner looked into the mirror
gazed deep and hard, trying to recollect
what had happened during those drunken bouts
now confined to a rocking chair in his room
the days dull into shades of grey
shatters into droplets of defeat
had he did what he should have done
none of this would have happened
yet, the man did not lament
he just sat and stared and gazed,
accompanied by friendly echos of
old recollections, into himself
and suddenly, almost swiftly
it came
leaving nothing less than a shadow
on that rocking chair.
