Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Illustration Friday - Unfold


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:

jean benabou said...

Beautiful texture and line!

Coreopsis said...

Wow. This is an amazing poem, and a beautiful haunting image. The muted colors and textures fit the poem perfectly.