Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Moth

When factions idle
Stasis follows

Alone and lost;
Encumbered numb

With antigen unfound,
Resent taints all things hallowed

Empty and in absentia;
The division of the sum

Closure’s pen lacks the word,
To moisten shells dried and hollow

Soon the heart
Can only watch,
As its once rich fabrics
Are torn apart,
By the overwhelming
Presence, of a solitary

1 comment:

  1. Stuck in a state alone feeling nothing, that can't be grand at all. Many delve into such a state, seen it up close and personal. Not fun to witness. Oh and the cat just ate a moth a few nights ago...good timing..haha