Tormented

That day after his birthday my mind is tormented by all those white walls just like that long stare cooled to bottles and blicks so my mind is tormented by all those long hours thinking, re-thinking intoxicated like wooden doors shed to sit in the paint again, I bet my mind is tormented by all those minutes concentrated like the Boeing's departure penetrated my heart is in deep torture my soul deteriorated three days have elapsed since the last rainbow, I detected up above so many colored impressions memories coming to the surface, many tawny reflections all kinds ofdelightful expressions darling, my mind is still tormented, never stories told, no secrets ever unfolded while driving homewards in silence quite a sad reminiscence the rainbow on my right hand on the horizon is still a bright colored band but will soon be oblivion like this partition.... © Sylvia Frances Chan 28th February 2014 23.55 hrs.p.m.West-European-time Chilly stormy wind 2 C degrees now