Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Losing reality...

A dried pool, words don't flow,
The one who inspires, is not in sight,
She gave up on words, but here she is,
No where else to go, in such a time.

The world's narrowing down,
She barely feels the air,
What are these days?
She's never felt such before.

The dominos are continuing to fall,
She wonders what will be good?
For the dominos to keep falling perennially or for them to reach the end quickly,
In both the cases, damage and pain is all she can give and receive.

She writes what few words she can frame,
For she no longer is inclined to write,
But this last resort she was compelled to use,
And hopes to comprehend her spot.

No comments:

Post a Comment