heartache through a viewfinder

she passed the point and shoot hastily,

pulling out the old,

"i gotta smoke,

you takeover." card.

the lens.

the flash.

the familiar bleeps and bloops.

it was as if,

the little noisy memory saver,

and me,

were one.

suddenly your scene came up,

and your cue was called.

similar to a toy robot losing his batteries,

i shot into a comatose-like state.

depression,

and rejection,

are two w****s,

constantly f*****g me from behind.

Reviews

[Moonflower]

This was hazy and poignant, like walking through a smoke filled room. I always have enjoyed your style, and this is yet another example of that heart bleeding, gut wrenching pain you express.

[Ashley]

i like it. its a little odd to follow maybe you can make it flow a tad better like saying where they are. however once again you seem to amaze me how little your poems are but how deep with words! =]