I rest silently in the bin, staring <br />vapidly at my tormentor from within. <br />But I still hold its discarded words - <br />a raw garland of emotions - <br />close to my soul - crumpl'd, defunct; yearning it'd <br />alliterate them with notion, <br />passion and poetic lust. <br /> <br />An unfinished verse - my epitaph.<br /><br />Ratan ...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crumpled/
