Mar 14, 2009 18:46
The beauty of the world
meaningless and so small
a myriad of tear droplets
graze down honeyed flesh
and I wait,
for what?
I wish I knew.
Once taken away
from the thoughts
which consume me
now I falter
take a step into the water
Is it clear? No.
I dive into murky swamps
the lochness glides
in between my legs
and I'm torn under
gasping for breath
waiting for closure
wanting the unknown
that used to hold security.
I know nothing of this silence now,
only cowhills and painful regrets
from old worlds I fall,
and from these fresh ones I begin
anew.