Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Disconnect

And there I stood.
I wish I could call it a precipice,
Which fell into an engulfing abyss of misty blue infinity,
Which separated two distant destinies,
One of me, and one of you.
Whose distance could seem frightening,
Yet whose elegant vastness seemed to give it a purpose,
A purpose that gave me comfort in the disconnect.
As if it was only a tragic fate carved of holy light and starry marble.
But in truth, I stood on a sidewalk curb,
After our final parting,
Wondering where the hell I was.
And bracing against the pain of missing you.

Art and Poem by me. Just a sad tale, really.

1 comment:

  1. You have a very traditional way of writing poems. Nice! But sad.... o.0
    This is a good idea, I'm already inspired to do more sketching... :)