miyako73
12-29-2013, 05:56 AM
Where I spend my sunless day, my midnight
To gaze at the empty landscape above-
A cornered space, a plaster universe,
A trace of painted wood, all memories-
Is despair staining the sulking pillow,
The duvet, the old cotton comforter.
In this immensity-bare, void, hollow-
Where the endless seconds become daily,
Where everything, even a dot, is vast,
Where a hint of life is a slow breathing,
The monotonous Hail Mary's come out
Muted, broken in between spits, sobs, gasps.
To gaze at the empty landscape above-
A cornered space, a plaster universe,
A trace of painted wood, all memories-
Is despair staining the sulking pillow,
The duvet, the old cotton comforter.
In this immensity-bare, void, hollow-
Where the endless seconds become daily,
Where everything, even a dot, is vast,
Where a hint of life is a slow breathing,
The monotonous Hail Mary's come out
Muted, broken in between spits, sobs, gasps.