Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The sleeping demons

the smooth waves
the quiet and calm
the whistling bird
the sweet charm
attacked again, and again and again
battered and shattered
broken and joined
pushed and pulled
build and ruined
the smile wiped off, the tears wiped off
the happiness smirked at, the sadness disallowed
the demon arises
the madness prevails
brushing away the waves
hitting rock bottom
digging a grave
to be untouched, to be unseen
to be unheard
to see the quiet again
and again and again