Saturday, June 25, 2005

Stale Drama

I'm sorry I didn't cry.
The putrid stench of stale drama strangled my breath.

If what would feel is once more numb,
can I be forgiven?

Can a spirit spent pretend to give,
when all has been given?

A heart left bare can feign to beat,
but it can't be tender.

I'd bow in shame if it were defeat,
Truth? it was surrender.


Blogger Delirious said...

:( :( :(

11:57 PM, June 25, 2005  
Blogger Fouad said...

Do these words belong to the same man who once said:

"When that person enters your life, she will pervade your every thought in spite of you. And no matter how much you try, you will never feel you can bear being away from her, let alone get bored."

12:55 AM, June 26, 2005  
Blogger Ramzi said...

:( :| :) :D

Sigh, yes.
'Tis the seasons, no?

12:03 PM, June 26, 2005  
Blogger Delirious said...

I'm glad it turned out :D in the end!

2:23 PM, June 26, 2005  
Blogger Fouad said...

'Tis the seasons indeed...

4:30 PM, June 26, 2005  
Anonymous mimokun said...

Great poem. I love it!

3:42 PM, July 17, 2005  
Blogger Ramzi said...

Thanks mimokun!

5:54 PM, July 18, 2005  

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