Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Tuesday, 28 February 2012


I attended a funeral
It was a place,
where I didn't
Want to go
I saw faces-
that I didn't want to see,
Most of all;
A mother's shocked face-
Bleeding tears-
That burnt
Her eyes,
As they scalded
Down her face
 and I knew;
In every teardrop,
All the blood
From her heart,
It wasn't
Hard to tell-
Her heart,
Had exploded.


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