As I fall into this pit
An e-pit-o-me of watercolor dreams,
Fading, losing color-
I see a reflection in the cesspool of this Love.
Broken, narrow, nonlinear lines
Formulate a river-
Gouged into my Red Chamber
After all, *broken stars never fall
Far from broken dreams. *
The word tastes bitter upon my tongue.
Its caustic form corrodes as I swallow.
Yet, I reminisce-
However painful yet delightful.
I sieze the Golden and the Ashen.
The red River spreads like a wild Fire
You are a million miles away
and right here.
Memories cascade behind my eyes-
I move languidly amongst them,
pausing here and there.
Why cause myself such sweet torment?
I believed you to be the ONE.
I was certain Cupid had made our match.
And here I am today holding onto a broken arrow,
trying to pull the splinters out from within.
I am lorn;
Drowning myself in the e-pity-of-me.
- Title: Lorn
- Artist: Domina Etudei
- Description: ... its not my greatest piece but I've always been fond of playing with words and their meanings... this is a small example of that...
- Date: 03/08/2009
- Tags: lorn
No comments available ...