Monday, July 30, 2007

Chaos

I lie on the bed of thoughts,
I think, think, think.
The soft pillow deadens darkness,
In wilderness I blink.

A glass breaks, it shatters peace,
The pain seeps deep, deep, deep.
I drink from the bleeding edges,
An echo of insanity weeps.

-Monica

5 comments:

  1. Well put.All the grief covered so succinctly...
    Reminds me of Johnny Cash
    "I hurt myself today,to see if i still feel"
    Hope to read something joyous in near future.

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  2. Hey Makrand,
    Thank you for your comments and for taking the time to read. I am glad I was able to convey the sentiment...well joyous...I don't really promise on that, I'll try.

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  3. that was really good awell described pain!

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  4. Thanks Madhu and thanks Kooks...your comments encourage me to keep writing...truly appreciate your time n effort.

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