Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Habit

Among the spidery trees of the
forest of wants and needs
I roam in the shadows of habit.
And sometimes maybe you wonder
if you ever wanted me at all.
Or was it just the lonlinesses of
a dark forest's smothering silence
that needed my presence.
Just so that my feet could
make a crisp, crackling music
as they trampled over a few old twigs
and a few brittle hearts.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A few brittle hearts indeed!