Wednesday, August 27, 2008


I remember...

The dingy daylight as I awoke,
The stench of the flowers as I passed by,
The shrill, horrid screams of the children as they laughed happily,
The ominous tune of the love song which played on the radio,
The sinister smiles of the people who passed by and
The hideous glow of the setting sun

on the day that you ripped open my chest and switched off my heart.


Anonymous said...

The mother of all pain.... Ouch! Love you writing style.

desert demons said...

A smart old lady once told me that to write good love poetry, you have to get burnt... I guess she was right !

Parasputin said...

even though this verse is borne out of pain, it makes me smile

firstly because it's clever, but also because it reminds me so much of my own journey.
thanks for the link btw