the world, it seems, mourns with me
for she has shrouded herself with a
veil of grey, and her eyes are clouded,
pregnant with tears. And everything’s
inverted, topsy-turvy crazy, seen
through a splash of fears, the
smithereens of her broken tears.
how can you ignore the fracture,
the fragments flung and scattered
carelessly about? They crunch and crack
beneath our feet, as she spins [...]
Archive for July, 2008
Back On The Bus
Posted in Poetry on July 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
