Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Sails and Hiccups of Yesterday

Inch by inch thy smile faded
With irk, thy hands trembled
Pushing away the monotone
Of lies... Of lies.. Of lies
Unsettled, thy intent to cause grief
Along the way, like the stillness
Of a windless night..
Thy curse, rebounded
Back at thy face, poker, sad
Luminous as the calm lake
Terrorized with oblivion
Of being forsaken, ignored and battered
Swimming, into a whirling "i can't believe" thoughts
Nowhere to go...
But whimper in sorrow
Crunching, barely bearing insanity
And yet, redeemed
Again by a mere realization
Of the power of intimacy




PS:
in here, i'm applying the rule of a persona poem - it's a dramatic monologue spoken in the voice of a character created by the author. the above poem was made by putting myself's feelings to another entity. It's best not to elaborate further to veil the mystery behind it.




MAC

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