Sunday, January 16, 2005

Wings

An eerie Echo, my own voice,
familiar thoughts, a random choice.
Things that were said, never meant,
words like embers, heart that was burnt.

Death to memories, Death to reason
Indifference , this morbid prison.
Estranged from passion,
morbidity an automatic reaction.

A smile, a sunshine of retribution
This new void, an emancipation
My wings unfurl, chains abandon
I fly free, in thoughtless wanton!