The Monologue For Burnt Out Subjects

The monologue of burnt out subjects ========================== The monologue of wind has stopped its hum a while admiring nothingness of this vale; there are stumps of trees where verdant has once been scalded by a famished forest flame. She sees the red flickers of light at the mute nights and choke them with pillows. The spots of burnt fears seeded her awake eyes. The monologue of wind isn’t really its own; it is what my shouts has become, some lame drones. Of course the death of trees has long been predicted; the way people has said that our spell will end and she will depart me there, in the forest when the fire will begin from a corner… In the vale, wind passes, hissing; I am nowhere like those trees. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar