Friday, June 18, 2010

Poetry- Photographed

Beneath I knew that it was coming,

A shade of tinted glass blinded me to see,

Until it was photographed,

That was when I was struck to believe.

Not once, not twice, but altogether,

In repetition.

I have made the same sound,

I have welled up many times before,

Crazy I, was painted all the time,

Until it was photographed,

And I knew I had to believe.

Everyday I watch,

Waiting for the painful part to be over,

No longer would I,

Let myself be blind.

Yet I always end up doing the same thing not just twice.

Until it was photographed,

It is now I stood to believe.

SL- 18th June 2010