Thursday, August 25, 2011

A Question For You To Answer

I am afraid that I may lose it.


The speed that the rain falls from the above

Accelerated by the number 9.8

I could clash and burn

But what would be next?


The feather I once sensed

The moment the touch lingered upon my finger tips

I could just smell it all right.


I keep scratching and scratching

Until a bit of blood focuses on my skin.

I see the red, I block it with a piece of tissue.

It seems to stop for few seconds

Then start coming out again.


Why do I scratch, I do not remember.

Something about the rain,

Something about the feather.

I could start reaching for a million subjects.


Something about searching.


And then again,

I was fearful of losing it,

Of the possibility of losing it,

But then again,

Mainly, of losing it.


A little too sad,

A little too fast,

Nonetheless,

A little too scared.


I am losing it.

At least

That is what it seems to be.


Am I still scratching

Am I still searching

Let me ask that to you

4 comments:

  1. 흠... 뭔가 글을 쓰면서도 생각을 계속 하는 타입인것 같다 글이 좀 간제수업같긴한데 오히려 자연스러워서 좋은듯

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  2. 한국말로 코멘트쓴거 처음이에요 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
    감사합니당선배 ㅋㅋ

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  3. thanks!!
    i guess you like the whole 'flowing' atmosphere..i'll try to come up with more poems like this one :)

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