Monday, 21 September 2015

BROKEN


Was it not you,
Whole and neat in intact?
As if I had not met you before
So broken in memory.

Was it not you,
Lush and green in turgidity?
As if I had not met you before
So broken in fertility.


Was it not you,
Built and firm in beauty?
As if I had not met you before
So broken in attraction.

So dreamy were the days
None of us ever wanted to wake up
But time’s sharp incisors enter deep into my navel
A deep pain of reality awakes me.

So broken,
How broken!
This tender field of corn
Soon becomes wild dried hay

Smiles can hide but age’s wrinkles
Strength can prevent but time’s passage
Today’s dreamy moment lies in that trash can tomorrow
As if I had not heard it before
So broken in futility.