by Venkat


a rustle
heard too late
for eyes to behold
too late to touch upon
to feel the ridges of feeling

now powders hang from veins
crushed underneath my own feet
a slice of life in unfelt silence
wonder how many more
failed to reach
these eyes
until I so lose
in their last

image: flickrhivemind.net

2 Comments to “Lost”

  1. I do not listen to your song until you are gone . . .

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