Arcenciel05

Notebook scribbles
2003-12-11 06:47:59 (UTC)

Lost in words

I should be asleep. But I can't fall asleep since I want to
write something: A poem. I haven't written one in the
longest time. But I have nothing really that comes to mind.
So I'll just write a bit and maybe finish it later since
I'd hoped to be in bed a long time ago.


COEUR

Cut up into two pieces
it lies on the table
The blade in hand
glistens beneath
the stains
of time.

The pieces are close
to the same size
(to an untrained eye
they look equal)
but
I know
different.

Used to function well enough.
The annual transplants from
one object
to another caused
weight to accumulate
but it was a good heaviness.


Drained
and used by those
who wanted-no, needed to use
its nectar.
They gave nothing but their emptiness.
Emptiness soon filled the container
with blackness
that stuck onto its walls.




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