MondayA Poem by Anima Inspired
Trinkets of our tattered love
lay scattered across a room too dark
to make out anything more than shadows,
where lines are drawn in the sand
and yet remain invisible, taunting me
with their epic insignificance.
It’s been three days since my footsteps
have led any farther than the kitchen,
ill-stocked for times like these,
and the bathroom, where my mirror and I
play a constant game of hide-and-seek.
I’m afraid to see my own face,
salt-scalded and stained with disillusionments;
frightened by my own eyes, the dull
sockets of a stranger staring through me
as though I’m nothing more than an apparition.
Tomorrow is dawning like a broken record,
skipping across the sky in shades too pale to name,
and I think briefly about escaping,
shelving my heartache for an hour, for a day,
but all I can manage is a moment’s glance
out of a window smudged with forgotten fingerprints,
before dragging myself like a too full suitcase
back to the twilight of a room
drenched in the stillness of waning memories.
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Added on November 13, 2008AuthorAnima InspiredSunny CaliforniaAboutRECENT NEWS: I'm proud to say that two of my pieces "The City" (a collection of Haiku) and "Jazz" will be featured in the Boston Literary Magazine's Fall issue. It's a great journal with very respon.. more..Writing
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