Sunday, February 24, 2008

Purple of anger







It’s a mute anger that bubble within
There are no words, neither a tear of pain
Past pecks at conversations by gone
And yet it is all the same again
Carried by clouds of your unfeeling
I have traveled miles into nothing
All I see is more and more of lashes
Coming from a whip no one saw
A stalemate of minds
No chess board has an extra row
For my king to slide into safety
And have no black queen come hunting
Tin roof over my mind
Clatter loud of falling tears
It’s the silence of a broken heart
Of love not seen nor heard
Except a sigh of anger at the unsaid apologies

1 Comments:

Anonymous J said...

isnt life all about being on a chess board? :)

March 9, 2008 at 12:08 PM  

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