Sunday, February 20, 2011

there's always something

deceptive clouds –
their monstrous hands chase

my stars , my moon
random lights flicker
fireflies in my sky
blackened by
wiped out sunrises

bits and pieces

fall.... keep falling...
i try to glue them
but still

always scarred

always fragile
always.................


2 comments:

April Lindfors said...

I love this, the metaphor is beautiful. The poem really spoke to me...

Mamta said...

thanks april