throw away my memory
throw them into
unknown areas of your mind
unlit
dark
grey… areas
your haloed moments
your sane and conscious moments
will never find you here
your back is turned
your mind is closed
your love is gone
but someday
a quiet and lonely evening
may catch you off guard
taking a stroll
through the wastelands
of your mind
you will find me
sitting in a darkened corner
a dead butterfly in my hand.
Dawngi Chawngthu recently added a new feather in her cap with several of her poems included in the anthology A Stream of Poetry published by Brian Wrixon Books in Ontario, Canada.
throw them into
unknown areas of your mind
unlit
dark
grey… areas
your haloed moments
your sane and conscious moments
will never find you here
your back is turned
your mind is closed
your love is gone
but someday
a quiet and lonely evening
may catch you off guard
taking a stroll
through the wastelands
of your mind
you will find me
sitting in a darkened corner
a dead butterfly in my hand.
Dawngi Chawngthu recently added a new feather in her cap with several of her poems included in the anthology A Stream of Poetry published by Brian Wrixon Books in Ontario, Canada.
