A sense of dread washes over me
My scalp prickles as the news reaches my ear
My meagre efforts in holding the reality at bay fail miserably
I am not comforted by the accuracy of my intuition
I hear vacuum as if it is audible
I feel the void as if I am living in it
A semblance of a smile as a façade to the world
A pool of dew on my face keeps me company at night
Like an angel who flew too close to the Sun
My wings wither as reality touches them
My scalp prickles as the news reaches my ear
My meagre efforts in holding the reality at bay fail miserably
I am not comforted by the accuracy of my intuition
I hear vacuum as if it is audible
I feel the void as if I am living in it
A semblance of a smile as a façade to the world
A pool of dew on my face keeps me company at night
Like an angel who flew too close to the Sun
My wings wither as reality touches them
sombre poetic bt why? u sound depresed aal, ru ok?
ReplyDeletelife goes on babe...
ReplyDeleteHey, are you ok? Wait, stupid question. Obviously you are not ok. Drop me a note, will ya? You know my blog. :)
ReplyDeleteCome what may, b refined with a new pair of wings..
ReplyDeleteI should reassemble the million pieces and pick an alternative mode of flight.
ReplyDeleteAnd next time, don't fly too close to the sun :p
What's wrong , gorgeous? Feeling depressed because not being fed with protein lately?
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