Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Scars
as the unforgiving knives drive in deeper,
the human heart takes an awful
plunge, one that deeps down into solititude
and bends towards
an unforgiving bane of nostalgic hate.
the mind takes a step back into a lonely path
on a
winding road with stormy windsand sunshine paths
-laced with memories of sweetnothings
and bliss;crumpled and foldedneatly with vengeful crises.
fists clenched,eyes closed,the desire to forget becomes one with
the passion once cherished...and the ambivalence of it all thrives
in agony and sweet delight.
She walks with head down on the winding road,pauses, looks in chagrin at a lone tree..
he sits at a bar, wonders and indulgesin the purloined echoeslocated in every bottom of a glass.
after all, a raging fire so bright,a frustrating pother so thickcan never find an end to its existence
till it gets smothered..
the rain had never been so comforting.
