: A night in the old town
only solitude residual
dark, stumbling
waved to a purple headkerchief
even lawn grass screaming perish
attacked by caterpillars dying foliage and then the sound of silence
which breaks down: "where is the end of waiting?"
jaded heart waiting for answers
after lies, pain and doubt
will there still should be suspended?
who reluctantly went freezing cold
in the bottom of the heart
perpetuate deserted
I want to break the silence, but
solitaire that time is still stony silence
perennial rotates in the heart cavity
--leave me alone! so I can clean
feeling increasingly dither death
approaching rumble as if a wave
slaughter negligence
: Getting old town, the night advancing age
heart was troubled
headkerchief strands suddenly choking on blood!
Agats - Asmat, August 20, 2011
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