Killing time

Anger,

crawling under my skin,

will not show,

sinking ever deeper within.

Away some day it'll blow.

Comprehension,

flashing through my mind,

will not hold.

Imagining consequences of another kind,

I get frightfully cold.

Grief,

covering my whole being,

will not cry,

welling up in single tear weeping.

'Something in my eye.'

Joy,

speaking from my heart,

will not shout.

Remembering how life twisted, hard,

reverberates too loud.

You pursued a long sought destination.

It brought you almost instant transformation,

that now constantly verges on elation.

Your children went through hell.

Their mother's intention, they knew only too well.

Their scars, only time will tell.

For 24 hours, all life was none.

To all your relations, all answers emptily gone.

Things to come, will tell the story of what you have done.

Menuka

Jul 28, 2010

28-07-2010 om 00:00 geschreven door Menuka