synapses | sonnet eight posted by imani , Thursday, June 9, 2011 at 9:16 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

desperation drained upon my broken
heart, when on hours alone and
empty i fall still and silent catching
drops of illusions gathered

from dissembled, lifeless atoms
of things you once touched,
moments have become frail and
forgettable and ultimately useless

for i cannot resurrect just a notion,
i need more than a recollection or
an apparition, i crave realities

and manifestations, like the dawn
cracking the peace of the sky to
let in an undeniable light.