A spider’s web:
Flowering its intricate petals,
Of unsympathetic rapturous delights.
What effort drives her passions;
Where everything and nothing can possibly be enough?
Like misty raindrops:
The object of her fulfillment,
Drifts through unperturbed and indifferent.
Those ‘loveless’ wet teardrops;
Failing to pluck harmony from her greedy harp strings.
Her ‘loving’ heart:
Tough steely sinuses,
Peaceful, patient, embracing…
She waits with mild fury;
Behind those pearl black eyes where everything is not enough.
And so i:
Like the miserable fly…
Cannot move, nor choke to cry
Not even die!
14 Sept 2012