Readers

Friday, July 30, 2010

 
 Sitting there in the middle of night,
Clung to the nameless pain so tight,
Tripping over the gift called memory,
Looking back at the journey to sanity.
 





4 comments:

Arti said...

Beautifully written.. Touches my heart!

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Wonderful words grom the heart,

Yvonne,

ritika said...

Soul touching.. :) PURE!

... and that's all said...

Oh dear, for the first time I am at your blog. Excellent blog - full of honest expressions.

The little four-line feel is a good one too. However, I stumble on the word "memory", which entirely breaks the rhythm. Doesn't it?

*★.• The moment you get attached to things you screw it up! The challenge of life is to appreciate everything and attach yourself to nothing. *★.•
This blog is my private territory.The content posted here do not represent your life or perspective- just mine.Your disagreement, irritation at any content posted over this blog doesn't give ample ground for you to post nasty,bitchy messages/comments.Furthermore I'm free to post anything i pleases to, which is not under any copyright restrictions,so you can't squeal until it's your own stuff.