An unconscious mind
As she stare into the empty bottle
She couldn’t stop her flow of tears
A suppress feeling had slowly creep into
Her unconscious mind
Perhaps it was a lost memory
But she couldn’t bear to have it surface again
Her mind was playing a cruel trick
What began this unbearable moment that soon
Became a formidable sight with a dark beauty
That only happens in a dream.
As she bleed internally she become a living statue
A mute with an unconscious mind…
© By Hung Lin 2009
2 comments:
Beautiful texture and line!
Wow. This is an amazing poem, and a beautiful haunting image. The muted colors and textures fit the poem perfectly.
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