Thursday, April 07, 2011


The light descends
In this sunset
While the TV is still on
The Laptop
Streaming live

There in the dusty corner
Your work remains
An open book
An unfinished poem
Two brush-strokes on a canvas

You keep looking
While you ponder
Baffled the how and the why
The pages turn yellow
The minutes amass

Five minutes before you die
Cold water splashed
Your feet's veins freeze
Inside out
Your ink has run out...


Hfaistiwnas said...


Covenant said...

Tosi anamoni pia... H mitera empneusi exei argisei ta malla!