Thursday, November 3, 2011

You

Took all you wanted 
Spilled all sorts of ink
Nothing left to bloom 
Nothing left to return 
 
Yell,
Speak your mind 
Scream,
Speak your truth
 
Turned this saccharine sour
You lost all hope
Too quick to judge
Too quick to fathom 
 
Silence,
Your voice is lost
Black,
Your sight is lost
 
Change,
Is mine to last
Strength,
Defines me now
 
Regret,
All that is left of you
Void,
All that is left of you   

_________________
Lakshman Parsuram

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