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25 February 2009 @ 01:50 am
Poem - Foam  
Written in a fit of nostalgia...or more accurately, as a disgusted reaction to my fit of nostalgia.


when you peel it all away
and all's left is yesterday:
forlorn, forgotten
waiting, rotten.
will you awake?
or will you forsake,
the glimmering future-past
that the mother long forecast?
for backward I warn,
lies only dust and cool tombs.
forward, is a tarnished vision.
a dissolving sand creation,
fighting for form
amidst the gathering foam.
see now, how the present-day,
is the only way.
Current Location: the green room
Current Mood: blankblank
Current Music: Angel of Mine - Anoop Desai