Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Writer's Block : A Hyperbole


Sometimes,
no matter how hard I tried,
the words just wouldn't
arrive.

It almost feels like a bomoh
whose spirits have rebelled
turned renegades,
refusing the bomoh of secrets
that came
amongst burnin amber, cumin and smoke.

And just like her,
I wonder:

Should I confess the truth to watery-eyed followers
or should I pretend
to be inspired
spewed psycho-syllabic babbles,
anxiously hoping that the worst shall soon pass?

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