Nothing To Mend

Nothing To Mend

If love begets love,
then you cannot tackle
the departure.

It was a graceful withdrawal,
after completing the life's term.

Dust meets dust.

The clown was a great
loser, leading a double
life, with a big hole
in the heart.

You cry when something
was left behind.

After all who was
a perfectionist in this weary world?

When you sleep
in the virgin arms of
a terrorist,
the enemies go into a tizzy.

Reviews

[Ookpik]

Not sure why, and it might just be my mood, but the lines:

"When you sleep
in the virgin arms of
a terrorist,
the enemies go into a tizzy."

I like those a lot. There's something uncomfortably funny and yet strangely beautiful about the way that's worded.

Well done, and thanks for sharing your art.

-Ook