Date: 17.06.2009
Time: 6:05 p.m.
The sounds emitted by my lips
Are mute when it comes to pain
I sneer at the storm which lashes within
And regard it with disdain
The gale threatens to knock down walls
Imposed by my bitter pride
It only echoes my insolent rage
Not the cold resolve I hide
I’ve masked the pain in hidden rhymes
Scribbled despair into ink
Moulded sorrow into lines and hashes
Which form figures on the brink,
I sat by the shore yesterday
Reading his last words to me
My eyes were red but dry as I recalled
How he was lost to the sea
I fear not gusts that spray my sails
With watery wreaths of death
Nor do I dread the chill that descends
When waves chafe against my breath
I know I shall be swallowed soon…
Before the last raindrop falls
To become a part of a common graveyard
And answer my lover’s call.
End: 7:00 p.m.
PS: I started out with a few words in my head and came up with this. I don't think I've posted fictional poetry here before, have I? Something different, something new for the blog then! :)
1 comment:
Beautiful!
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