In the nest of your breast
I was born a white page
a promise in eternity
a raw source without love
undrinkable
then
as dark ink crumbled
on many of my days
for at the far end
only hollow sounds unravelled

This cry in the night
it was mine
So afraid in the dark
my sole link
here
where all is misfortune
jumping sheep over my rubble
to forget the abyss of oblivion
deep within my dry well

In incandescence of my addictions
dependance blows
to wear off my excessiveness
now
shall a dead feeling conjugate
the existence of this black hole
this void dug by my setbacks
of all those empty nights

Veroflame October 5th, 2005
Copyright ©2005 Johanne Farmer