Sunday, May 02, 2010

Broken Poem

I am a broken poem waiting
Forever for meaning,
Missing pain, loss, ruing
The sounds, colours, words
That never come together.

P.S: Found this in my journal and it's kinda weird that I thought I was reading something written by a stranger. I think it's ironic that I miss the pain, the loss amidst this calm of life.

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