Monday, September 10, 2007

handcuffs and bruised wrists

words scored on the walls
echoing restless tapping fingers
unable to capture the trickle of blood


if so
what about those flickering lights
briefly distinguished silhouettes


if so
what about those bread crumbs
that entice birds from their flight

if so
what about those stacks of papers
obscuring sunrises and sunsets


handcuffs and bruised wrists
hands tucked in bulging pockets
letters yellowing in bottom drawers

black and white photographs
blank eyes and passive smiles
what are they even smiling for?

1 comment:

:: said...

ack... Sorry lah! i got caught up with a little thing called life. Just a quick update on my 'busy' life, im co-writing and directing a short play for children so im busy, busy, busy! And stress at that so yea... hope ur having fun there leaving the dream! haha..