oh life, why must you hurt so
when everything is so shiny, yet
all the memories pointed
so sharply
in their silence.
oh life, why must you be so soft
like a billowed curtain--
that cringes
and cries as loud as I.
Too pale,
at the edge of your world
i am instantly.
obscured, contented, terrified
here and everywhere
i must never cross you.
I'm naked in your understanding
that all this is temporary
and all my fears are this and that
and all this has already happened.
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