Silence of the Sims
by kris on 30/05/08 at 12:05 am
By Kris Dibou, Poet
I sit inside my pixeled house made of tortured prims;
With headphones off I stare and hear the silence of the sims.
I think about the path I took when I was new and green;
The lives I’ve touched as carelessly as if I’d never been.
Would the joy we felt back then outweigh all our sins
Or does she sit in wonder at the silence of the sims?
Lord Kamina
May 30th, 2008
“Posted by Kris Dibou on May 30, 2008 at 02:55 AM in Herald Literary Suppository”
Suppository is right.
And now for a haiku:
My Spengbab calls out;
the screams of one man’s journey;
searching for himself.