Friday, September 22, 2006

No Return



Like the worn-out strings of a violin
Left in a dark corner, untouched
Because they were straining so very slowly apart

Like the now-quiet cuckoo clock
With its sickened pace getting slower
To remind you that nothing is forever


Like a bunch of legos strewn about
Which you couldn’t combine to form
Something that had a point to it anymore

Like food left in the refrigerator
It was ages until you remembered
But you were afraid to open the door

Like a diary scribbled halfway through
Because you couldn’t bear to pen a conclusion
So it abruptly ended on a Sunday

Like your old classroom in a quiet evening
Your return greeted by the realization that
You can never go back


A work I thought was so beautifully written by one that I don't really know. Just know that he's a NTU student. But this is such a pretty work.

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