Locked, Into deep retrospectionHind sight blinding, Interjection,Of my life,
My future waiting, of My soul,
My heart still waning.Tossed about,
Mind like stoneEvery thought thun’k, thun’k alone.
Unrequited, Dear hopes and dreams,
Since childhood, locked, Blocked byScreens.
Tasteless, frivolous, batteredReflection,
Still interrupted by livid transgression.
Captured, Mist of disarray,
Every thought pondered, caught today.
Limited by my own minds wallsSkewed by my own voices calls.
Simmering moon,
Twinkling stars,
Blood caught behind blinding bars.
Autumn moon,
In all her Glory,
Watch me over;
tell my story.Sitting here, View aghast,
asInterjection, transgress my past.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
retrospection
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