Sunday, July 18, 2010

It’s just a little scribble.

On June 25th, 2010,

A cold sun has risen in summer
and my heart is frozen with fear.

So soon,
I will be leaving.
soon you will be a
distant memory.

Tossed I am on stormy seas
yet I feel not the waves
nor hear the roar of wind.

Will you miss me?
like I have missed you?
will you think of me,
dream of me.

Rainbows fill the sky
yet all I see is gray stripes.
I feel no sweetness, no joy.
no heat, no cold.

Today I decided to leave you.
Today I decided I was done.

How do black clouds exist
with a cold summer sun?