Powerlessness
25 May 2007
Did people not ever say... that Time is a cure for pain But as I took a stroll down our Memory lane tears replaced your fingers again in caressing my cheeks. If we were ever destined to meet Why did Destiny break its promise and make you take away from me the past warmth in your cold heart I seek.
Notes
This was a continuation of the mood I had in the last poem.
I remember how the words came to me one day when I was sitting on the bus returning home from school. I was leaning against the window, looking outside at the dark night and the cars going past. To prevent losing the words in my mind I took out my student diary and quickly scribbled the lines down and later "refined" it. It was simply... natural.
