Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Blind-sided By Blindness

I will never be so willing
Extrovert again,
When all about is marred
By gall and veiny wen.

And just like fresh fruit
Taken from the tree,
Perfect in its moment
Never for eternity.

Much like the speech
Book read,
It has to end, and life
Justified by the dead.

Gluttonous greed shadows
Will never sate,
To dig one's grave
To seal all fate.

Caged birds sing
Happy in security,
Only truth can soar
On wings flying free.

Warming milk on the stove
Bubbled over and burnt,
The story of life, the story-book
Read but nothing learnt.

And what was once one
Bruises on fruit no longer fresh,
The amicable and benign
Blistering out of the flesh.

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