synapses | sonnet twelve posted by imani , Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 5:52 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

what would be the repercussion
if in case i would stop, put a halt
on everything that moves, like a sick
inertia that could have waited for

a more perfect moment, why even
dare ask a question one will never
be ready for? but maybe, just
maybe, i will have no choice

but to let you be, let things follow
the natural order, that is, death
after so much pain ~ we all need

a release, i cannot chain you and
maim you, and think the world
of you in the darkness.