the wait

a distinct impossibility is what this is
a distant memory i must never kiss
a disdained fantasy of the little miss

for it cuts, it wounds, it hurts
for it bleeds, it cries, it floods
for it's pain i'm drawn towards

let go of these pills on which i feed
let go of fairy tales of which i read
but let go of you i never did

come real close, lean in, unfurl
come catch me breathless in a twirl
come be here for good babygirl

of secrets of evil of sinful lies
of snowflakes of rainbows of butterflies
of lasting affection until one dies

hold me, touch me, kiss me, drift

[end]

Qi
28/02/2009

Bittersweet

Defining the profoundness of loneliness, he struggles for words.
Amidst pseudo-smiles and leaden feelings, he seeks trueness.
In deafening silence, he trails echoes that are not forthcoming.
And the world stops.
And the world watches.
It grimaces disapproval,
But it speaks no words.
He knows, the mute majority of nothingness has spoken…
…with a resounding roar.
The delirium of joy of long ago has evanesced into oblivion,
But the grasp of guilt keeps him pursuing forlorn feelings.

Charles Liew