Lorenzo Buford

Imaginary Poet


When I Destroyed The World

Have I held this world together
     because I feared I have destroyed it;

and the memory of it
     has become a misguided intent

and acts like a lover
     feigning other interests outside of me;

and I deal with the distractions
     because I'm afraid of the loneliness,
     of sitting in a dark space with no light

     Voices that I cannot recognize
     or remember
     are taunting me

because I can't remember
     where I begin and end;

but a moment
     when my anger surfaced,
     the world became a memory
     because I destroyed it;

and I secluded myself in the memory
because I didn't want to be alone.

     And I stand like a dying tree
     in the underworld
     when I destroyed the worlds
     I made to impregnate myself with a redeemer.

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