Sunday, February 10, 2008

Another painful recess (from my book)

What am I? The summer heat? The winter cold?
Effervescence of sadness quietly re-told ?
A bubbling marsh of death; pain; destruction;
A fallen angel; Risked again for resurrection...
I touch gold; Turn it to dust; clay; ash;
Why am I so rough? Unreasonable and rash...
I walk into a room full of light; So alive!
It turns dark; For darkness I now strive...
I aspire; perspire; ambitions of nothingness;
Revered thoughts of hurt; another painful recess...

-Anubhav

1 comment:

  1. Haha!!! That's kind of funny. first all this pain, and you think it is going to be a sad poem and suddenly ..... A PAINFUL RECESS.
    And you really described all super well. And fantastic ryhmes.
    Milou

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