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

Rebecca

Tears could not wash the pain inside of me

I stand in silence

While you lay in your bed

So pale

So weak

So battered

So fragile

Hope springs eternal they say

But you’ve given up the fight

a long time ago

I know

You’ve accepted your fate with

Dignity

I thought I died more than once

While standing alone inside that

Cold cold quiet room

As you close your eyes

And took your last breath

Goodbye, dear friend.
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