"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Monday, November 4, 2013

FORSAKEN NOT FORGOTTEN

To know you died lonely and forsaken,
Your body unable to bear your pain,
Wrenches my heart and quenches my spirit,
Scalds me with guilt and sears me with shame.

What misery you must have sadly borne
When life buried you in pits of despair.
I wish I could drown in the tears you cried.
I curse myself for my withdrawal of care.

Without your soul the world’s a pale palette.
It meanders under monochrome skies.
Sepia scenes soaked in dull tedium
Stain every scan of my imprisoned eyes.


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