Love Among The Ruins
sheema durrani August 16, 2005
Tags: silence , broken dreams , anguish
Painfully silent
I pick my way through the ruins
Of this bleeding house
Where did it all end? I do not know
I must be asleep
Or too busy stifling my screams
In our daily rituals
Too busy
Picking up the broken toys
Of
href="/tag/children">children yet to be bornI pick my way through the ruins
Of this bleeding house
Where did it all end? I do not know
I must be asleep
Or too busy stifling my screams
In our daily rituals
Too busy
Picking up the broken toys
Of
The stale remnants of virgin dreams
Of flickering hope
Writing feverishly on still water
And sadly
I did not see
no, I did not see
Love: cocooned amidst the ruins
Painfully silent…
It took its last breath
And tore apart the last vestige
Of a tragic soul
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