'Untitled'

Like as if you were blind, you couldn't see;
what little words like that would mean to me
As if you were numb... immune from emotions
like a praying priest who lacked faith and devotion.

Like as if stars were aligning and the world was waiting
while you were underneath sheets and deeply sleeping
Like as if roses were factually red and you disagreed
or if you debated a need is a want... and a want is a need.

You may utterly lose faith, through assumptions, with the words I say
but soon you shall see the difference in my words of black and gray
that I speak from the heart, and my heart is often dark
until the day you came and emitted a familiar spark.

A spark denied so long it has taken its toll;
being incomplete then suddenly being whole
I pray, deny it again to tear it apart
to prove that I neither own a soul or heart.


written by Seth Rinoza [15th of February 2011/2333/Phnom Penh]