99 – the remaining few
i had left the remainders of my life,
where i couldn’t trip over them,
wrapped in pieces inside boxes
with sharp edges that i had forgotten
to put away, because ever so often
a secret is such a good companion
and the only one we ever get to have
and still, no one told me that
someday, the fog outside
would set into my eyes
and i would stumble around
stone pillars imprisoning me
in my own home.
cymem said,
August 29, 2009 at 12:46 pm
line 5: every? I like the quiet tone to this one.
neha said,
August 29, 2009 at 3:13 pm
No, that’s not a typo. Thank you.
susan said,
August 30, 2009 at 1:16 pm
I really love the first three lines in particular. It’s such a great image of the past being set aside in the cubicles of our mind. Nice.