Friday, 26 August 2011

All because of the whims of a douche. (another restructure)

illuminated in blue
the computer screen highlights
the glisten of the tears
(artificial light is hard)

shrouded in silence
uncomfortable and alone
nerves are punctuated
with tapping (from unfamiliar fingers)

broken hearted
her brothers, taken
banished forevermore
(into memory)

Monday, 1 August 2011

Blind eyes still see clearly

Seek and ye shall find.
I sought,
And I found,
And now I'm too scared to look.

Hand me the blinkers.
Protect my eyes,
I don't need the truth.

Who would?

Tie the blindfold tighter,
I can still peek through the edge.

At the light of your indiscretion