Just a disappointment
I don't hate,
It’s just wasteful-
Breathing in
and never breathing out.
The space is empty
with crammed tug-of-wars
dragging my heart,
Heart dragging months.
I don't think
any less or worse-
Character undefined. Always repetitive.
Bored of the ****
pulling over old paintings;
Same as yesterday,same as before.
I don't cry
for actions cowardly
shunted inwards;
Explosion due released.
The shedding tears,
carving maps upon lips,
design attention
inward reaps deliverance.
I don't hurt
for lacking sensitivity-
desire for one embellished
with lapping present conviction.
The same minuscule point,
returned again and again-
Intentions to change;
Stairwell to nowhere.
Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 9:44 AM UTC
Just a disappointment
I don't hate,
It’s just wasteful-
Breathing in
and never breathing out.
The space is empty
with crammed tug-of-wars
dragging my heart,
Heart dragging months.
I don't think
any less or worse-
Character undefined. Always repetitive.
Bored of the ****
pulling over old paintings;
Same as yesterday,same as before.
I don't cry
for actions cowardly
shunted inwards;
Explosion due released.
The shedding tears,
carving maps upon lips,
design attention
inward reaps deliverance.
I don't hurt
for lacking sensitivity-
desire for one embellished
with lapping present conviction.
The same minuscule point,
returned again and again-
Intentions to change;
Stairwell to nowhere.
(c) Mel D. Ltd. (10 Oct. 09) 2009
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