TIGblogs TIG | TIGblogs GROUP TIGBLOGS LOGIN SIGNUP
Chalani K. - My Blog
Chalani K. - My Blog
Breathing Through Broken Glass
Translations available in: English (original) | French | Spanish | Italian | German | Portuguese | Swedish | Russian | Dutch | Arabic

Sitting by the curb with a bottle of vodka
In his hands,
He is wasting away his life
With the uncertainties and miseries of tomorrow.
He has no hope yet he is alive and strong.
Smiling. Laughing. Painfully.
He has no dreams, but a future still stands in his way.
Starting over is his weakness, letting go is his tragedy.
Oh how the cold wind blows and washes over him,
Ashes to Ashes,
The dust to air.
Broken. Destroyed.
Yet his soul still lingers in the midnight glare,
Where is the rain to cover his dry tears?
Green light. Green light.
Red light. Too late.
Let's walk up the icy road once more,
To drain away the man who once held a bottle of vodka,
His heart sober,
But his blood flowing from his veins.

January 3, 2009 | 3:15 PM Comments  0 comments

Tags:
You must be logged in to add tags.


Chalani's Profile

Chalani's Friends


Latest Posts
Breathing Through...
1-8 C A N D L E S
The Earth as Conflict...

Monthly Archive
December 2008
January 2009

Change Language


Filter By Type
Topics

Friends
A Better Community for All (ABC4All)
Amit अमित
Andrea Arzaba
Bipin Pokhrel
Digital Parrot
FaerieGirl
PEACE-SEEKER
Reiner Mora
Ricardo Baruch
Ryder Bergerud
Sandra
Segun Oni
Tauqueer Ali Sabri
Zainul (www.connecttask.com)


6905 views
Important Disclaimer