Wednesday, March 24, 2010


Saline gushes through the silk
The once white silk is enveloped in black
Saline made the silk wrinkle

Every wrinkle is equal to black
Every wrinkle is equal to pain
Every wrinkle is equal to hurt

Saline rolls down fast
Impossible to count one by one
Making breath hard to come by

Cold swathes the room
Leaving traces of pain,
Of insult that was said

Every drop is saline
Every drop is ache
Every drop is anguish


  1. loved the emotions hidden in ir words

    log on this new blog

  2. thanks!!! =) made this poem actually when i was sooo sad..