And Neruda begat me
Author - Odette
Written on - Friday 16th July 2010 (12:08pm)
How can anyone be as empty as i am?
Swallow up the seas,let the sky dissolve into the black end,
Yet my heart will break every space,
Will groan and shudder in the shadow of endless nothingness.
I cannot open my volume of Neruda,
Without trembling like an octogenarian,faced with a doctor\\\'s novel needle,
I cannot finish his words.
Without gasping at the feel of unused pages,the smell of pride that the money on the book claims,the sheer envy of my broken mind,my lifeless and wandering bones.
And my hands reach out for the inevitable pen and paper,and like one possessed,
I shut my eyes and feel my naked skin heave in the pain of completion,
And with a madman\\\'s laugh,I leap out of my bed and corner.