Friday, May 25, 2012

Broken China



Sitting alone under the century-old Tamarind tree,
 meditating about anything
 that can 
ease the loneliness felt
inside of me. 
Like a sordid drought
of intellectual exercise
capable 
of harming the mind, 
thoughts run
like mad
and strike
a fire
engulfing everything in its
path. 
The shockwaves
rattled
the nerves 
of everyone that happened to be around
and brought 
shivers to the weak
spines inhabiting the land. 
I became the sole
witness when the precious
china came crashing
 into the ground. 
Broken into a hundred slivers, 
I weep for the loss of my only link to the golden past.


photo credit: Melody's Portrait