The weight of what I do...
I walk a path of shards,
of pointed bleeding pieces,
piercing through the pale
flesh, bloodless and haunted
of thought, of that fearful memory...
The weight of what I do...
Its a sharp arrow, I seek,
the glistening metal pointing-
threatening to tear apart what
little clothe covers, dusky and
rendered porous by the target practice...
The weight of what I do....
It stays there, laughing,
and I standing there, weak,
knobbly at the knees, smile,
a little weak flutter of fear,
and of hope, and what else is
there...
The weight of what I do, and
the left-overs of the kid who never grew...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
6 comments:
stunning words.
Glad to see you in, very beautiful message.
A wonderful write... deep, profound words speak the truth in weights and measures.
A very thought-provoking piece.
A powerful message magnificently conveyed
really liked this.
great ending.. nicely done
my post was here
http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/15/poem-walking-on-hollow-ground/
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