Monday, August 9, 2010

Gone Up in Smoke

What I saw then was different-
it could not have been you.
Blindfolded then maybe,
now I breathe indifferently
but sometimes
as in autumn when the trees
begin to shed tangerine leaves
and the clouds veil the sun
for weeks at a time,
a sharp pang of regret
over a lie concocted
or a devious riddle I failed
to solve pierces through me
with a black intensity,
an affliction I simply
cannot sustain.

August 2010

3 comments:

Boonsong said...

This is powerful. Thanks for sharing it.

All the best, Boonsong

The Scrybe said...

Brilliant as always! :)
Oh, to never feel that pain, not ever again.

Zaina Anwar said...

It's the worst thing that could happen to anyone...