24 March, 2011

The constant

At the door of the black-hole-soul,
a vacancy flashes, of
a parent, brother, a friend, a lover,
siphoning my vessel
of all the things dark and light.
From above He watches this game I play,
watches me,
break and scatter,
and watches still,
as I gather the pieces
with timid hopeless courage.
And I find myself
at that same place of
hurt and disappointment.
The adamant self,
discounting the altercations,
the growth and maturity
I pride in,
only to realize that I am but,
the solitary prisoner
of my own self.

5 comments:

  1. See the power of positive thinking within you. God bless you.

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  2. wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...!!!
    I loved this one.I think this is one of my favorite from all your writes.:).

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  3. keep it up.
    you blog is tunning,
    lovely poetry work,
    smiles.

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