Friday, January 29, 2010

Brittle

I stand separated
from my only
credible
companion

With a trimmer
entity, they had
planned
my union

An inexplicable
anguish
filled the air

I accept my
fate in deep
despair

and then
my myopic
eyes shone

in contact
with a thin
sheet of concave
silicone.

3 comments:

Muse said...

:) unna yaralum match panna mudiyathu :)

Abbas said...
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Abbas said...

exactly what are all these comments? got thoroughly disoriented. didn't like the poem terribly - well, liked some others on your blog better. came to see other responses.

what?! are these people rambling about?