As he tasted the poisoned kiss.
As he enjoyed the illegal bliss.
As he indulged in a scorching tease.
Someone out there wishing him to die at ease.
As our roof collapse and it grew dark.
The light remains with its spark.
Hungry and defenseless as we embark.
On what is left there is no mark.
We are wounded and incomplete.
As he died when he left his seat.
We are fortified as time fixes our beat.
Very soon our own home we will meet.
Never will be broken.
Never will this pillars or lights will be taken.
Never will this tree be rotten.
Never will taste the forbidden.
Monday, 19 July 2010 at 13:53
My poem about our broken family.