anger posted by imani , Friday, October 8, 2010 at 5:39 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the fire that seethes, the
blood that surges and bathes
my soul filled with doubts and
disappointments

left with darkness, existing
in nothingness, or just the
shards and pieces left
of us, of you and me

our dissonance rapes the
silence in my head and
all the fragments rise

to dissemble and disintegrate
to fade into oblivion and
drown the unknown.