Into the empty corridors <br />Of the night does she wake <br />An immobilizing blankness filling <br />The precincts of her skin and bones <br />The skin torn into rags <br />The bones crushed to smitherens <br />There in an insignificant corner <br />Lies a heap of her ashes of many a death <br />A whirlwind of unknown origin <br />Scatters the ashes far and wide <br />The phoenix can never rise <br />Negating all myths <br /> <br />Much to her surprise <br />She continues to roam <br />In those empty corridors <br />The shallowness of her breath <br />Echoing loud through her exhausted lungs <br /> <br />18apr2010 <br />22.03hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-biography-of-an-unknown-woman-iii/
