Monday, 27 April 2009

The Contradiction of Infinite Patience

An inanimate object somewhat dampens my spirit
Though it comforts me to know
That it's just a blip in the road
Friends like them will be long forgotten with the years.

Half-way to understanding,
A picture, confused
But damaged and distorted by time
The last barrier now falls.

The silence becomes you

Addressed to another
But suited all the same
Hear this muted vengeance
That breaches no name.

We whisper openly