Friday, November 26, 2010

My Mom

Everyone feels such emptiness:the void
dimmed the sky and confused the earth.

No one was spared from the hell on earth.

Emptiness speaks,
harshly to me,
a bitter kiss,
a pale star
where moments
cold blood rushing,
deadening time table
and dummied fears.

None have witnessed
until my irregular
inhaling and exhaling
of the polluted
were leading me to ruin
with cyclones of emotions
suffocating me in the library
of woes and blues;
books veiled
by the void.

Until my mom was there
the sun set
beyond its limit
and filled the void.

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