Thursday, December 16, 2010

Deep Space

grief
was a bitter
planet
a cold,
endless dark.
a sky
that rained
broken
glass.
a self-conducted
symphony of
misery
and
loathing.
grief 
was my 
exile
my punishment
my 
torture.
but that planet was
never my
home.
though in 
the still of 
night
in an empty
bed
i remember
the pull
of its
gravity.
long, long
before
love
sent
a rocket to 
rescue
me.

4 comments:

Steppenwolf said...

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year

Sajith said...

Hello..
Realism in the middle of the poem
should be appreciated..
But the way you ended disappointed
me..

SOFIA said...

love it!

Anonymous said...

I love your prose. More,I love your happiness!

mm