Friday, August 3, 2012


My silence is flooded
With the streams of pain.
The moment snatches away
The thick volumes
Of remembrance,
I preserved so carefully,
Into the lost kingdom of darkness.
On the shattered wall,
The clock recites the echo of time.
The depth of acquired destiny
Soothes the wounds in silence.
Like a panic spring,
The count coils
For the mysterious
Unanswered journey.

Credit: Cyclamens and Swords, August Issue, 2012

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