Friday, August 19, 2005

Voices..
that never meld.
Wounds..
that dont bleed.
Trying to smoothen
the rough,jagged edges
but in vain.
staccato notes sound
fortissimo,with drums on fire
red and white flames
rise and fall
the acid burns,
as emotions
play carelessly.
for this time,
the salve refuses to soothe.