First time that writing
Music and imagery
Have not comforted me

My words saturated
With an unfamiliar blankness
And a drive so weak

The notes I play
- The beats danced by so many
Insufficient to wake me

Photographs so creative
Seem like a blank canvas
Empty and devoid of meaning

I am lost in my confusion
Betrayed by my smile
And a slave to my actions

All because I'm lost
Lost for an unexpected reason
Lost for her

Posted by yabs on March 18, 2011 at 07:20 PM | Comments

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