When the fifth nib broke,
I knew what she meant to me,
Realization, seeped in like a season new,
For I knew how it was meant to be.
Her eyes,
Empty, like uninhabited shores
Her tears,
Silent, like unopened doors
Her lips,
Dying, like the spirit of a centurion’s corpse
Needed, only her dreams,
Set afree,
Like an unsaddled horse.
But who would ride
A painted shadow,
A prisoner of pride,
For that’s how I mocked ,
My handcuffed bride;
And now watch me preach ,
Of Gods and Guilt;
To the bride who shook ,
The world I built .
When the fifth nib broke,
I knew what she meant to me ,
But when her fifth nib breaks ,
Will she ?
