livewire

"Doubt is the heart of the matter." -- Graham Greene

I still have some rosary beads a lover long ago gave me.
He said he was cleaning a garden and found them.
A lady lending her own helping hand said they were a sign from God
and were intended for him.
He instead said
they were intended for me
and nestled them in the palms of my hands.

Although I do not believe anymore,
every time I touch them, there is a
certain energy around me.
They broke a while ago.
Maybe I was careless.
But even so,
I still feel this
certain electricity
flowing through this broken circuit,
defying the very fundamental laws
of this universe. 

Reviews

[fireblossom]

This poem tells a deep story. It is well written and just long enough to accomplish its purpose. Well done.

[Relic's Bare Trees]

I like this. The last lines are powerful.