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 helplessly
round and round.
but backs are turned and hands shoved
tight in pockets turn into furious fists; soon
we scurry back into holes, doors slammed shut
tell of untold woe. And the cars drone on by.
They drone on by.
a VERY vivid picture Mr Sng! gosh its painful if you put it that way.
HELLO MR SNG! i just went to alot of cedarian’s blogs cos i suddenly miss CEDAR ALOT! and so here i am! although i didnt read a single post of yours because it is too absolutely cheem for me. I HOPE YOU ARE GOOD! MISS US!
MR SNG!!!!!!!!!!!! Heard the good news (at least I hope I heard right ahaha) CONGRATS!
Will be back to visit soon <3
i’ve been wondering why your posts have been infrequent of late. humor me:)