Scribblings from a Narcissist
Monday, 18 August 2008
Alone
Bright.
Tapers all around you.
A glowing fire-ball right above you.
You are blinded by the light,
hounded by the heat.
Suddenly,
A sharp wind.
Dark.
Petering out smoke.
Smell of melting wax,
cindering wood.
You now have only yourself for company.
2 comments:
Reine de mots
said...
Very deep. Love your choice of words:)
14 September 2008 at 21:35
Namitha
said...
Thanks :)
19 September 2008 at 03:00
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2 comments:
Very deep. Love your choice of words:)
Thanks :)
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