Thursday, December 15, 2011

Implode


Is this what happens
When I implode silently-
Inwardly,
Surrounded by a
Void.

Void
Of any
Struggles, of any
Battles;

All Unseen.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, a quiet desperation followed by a conceding most subtle. Colours are truly painted by human's desires.

Anonymous said...

Your honesty and openness make me feel like I might be one of those birds, flying along...keep up the beautiful work.
Keep on flying--when you find your special place, or person, you will be one of the sensitive few who knows how to treat it with the respect it deserves.
We need more like you!

carissa. said...

thank you, you're too kind!