Friday, June 02, 2006

Darkness


Dark

Dark is the recesses of my mind,
blackness envelope my thoughts,
blocking out the light.
Cobwebs covered rooms of memories,
days and nights long dead and gone.

Black is the heart that beat in my chest,
marking and beating time to my dying.
A heart that had shriveled from indifference,
divorcing love from its central place.

Cold is the wind that buffers my body,
muscles shiver and quiver without warmth.
Body long neglected now falling apart,
euthanasia by monthly installments.

Gloom is the spirit and soul,
of a man who once stroll forth as a king.
A soul that is as fragmented as the spirit,
imprisoned in a dungeon of flesh.

Dark...

wait...is that light?

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2 Comments:

Blogger Sora said...

Ah, the light at the end of the tunnel... oops, run. That's the train.

Heh. Anyway... nice poem. Slightly creepy since it depicts my mood at the moment (I really really dislike exams...sigh). Is it me or is everyone around starting to write poems? Where the poetry class?

3:42 PM  
Blogger Alex Tang said...

What poetry? That's not poetry. That's just word rojak.

Train tunnel! No wonder I was dark, black, cold and gloom. Next time I must watch where I am going.

8:11 PM  

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