The other parts of me

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

the irony of what you start and what you finish

Contemptuously and often,
The end surpasses the beginning
The outline of her eyes have dimmed
Like fallen lights
There is no meaning
There are no more existing ideas
As to how she should pursue her grounds
She has drained herself
She has made no room for those ideologies
For those beliefs in things that have never been
Directly proved
For those hopes that have always failed her
Laughed at her
Mocked her
And that have trained her to be
As open as a book
They often have read and turned her pages
And closed her every sense of being,
Once they were finished
Her heart has bellowed
She is a human ellipsis

To be changed by another,
Other than one’s own-self,
Causes false identity


She is carrying her bones in a bag
Watching them drag along the earth
Her demeanor is no longer of consistency
She has melted
Parts of her drip onto the earth
But she doesn’t turn back to look
At how she is missing
She stops and stares
But all she sees is the end
And as she walks further
Ironically, every part of her has melted right back
To the beginning
While, nothing approaches the end














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