Meteor Shower

 

 

" Waves crashing at my feet,

  my sorrows sinking in deep,

  life revolving around a grain of sand,

  secret murmurs i couldn't understand,

  the sea veils my eyes,

  blinking stars across the skies,

  and

  as a meteor shower crushes my hopes,

  i lose my soul and become a host."

Author's Note

some stray thoughts...
honest comments please...
[pic is from fotoblur]

note: as to the question of: to what am I hosting? "its just an inspiration i got when i wrote the poem...the thing is that...'in the poem', the moment i lose my soul...which then becomes a wandering soul...the soul become a host and searched fro another body to accomodate it! [its not far-fetched---read The Host by Stephenie Meyer...{and no...im not a vampire-addict when i read Meyer's books :P}]

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Tragic, fatal and altogether perfect, well done!