Random words during class

No meter. No structure. Just words. That mean/meant something.
Written in class during some lecture.
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Catharsis of sorts.
I need this as
frayed emotions lay tearing
more.


A grain of trust lost,
unseen, unfelt, dead; non-existence
pushes every strand in the storm of
rewind and fast forward.


Snapped and tangled.


Desire to capture thoughts
shredded out into recollection's nest
attached to wrong? Or right?
Questionable.


A clouded mesh dusty;
experience embedded burying footprints.


And I?
No pain. No hate. No feeling. No space.


The lone tear rippled, surfaced,
soothed and cooled the comatose heave.


Night's muslin absorbs
a colourful black nothingness
of every cell's being, memory, life
of my world's hazy stillness.


And I wonder if this
catharsis of sorts
helps.


Someone said today that happiness is the best revenge.


- Babushka
03/03/07