Bocah, Bocah...

Kupertanyakan rasa.
Dan alam-hidupnya.
Dan sifatnya yang merasuk.
Dan kebutuhannya untuk tercurahkan.
Dalam ketak-berdayaanku menolong diri.
Bahkan ketika kumenolong.
Bahkan ketika ku tak menolong.
Bahkan ketika ku membebani.

Lelahku tak berasal dari sedih.
Masa-masa itu telah lewat.
Cintapun tak lagi kurindui.
Masa-masa itupun telah lewat.

Ketak-dewasaanku menamparku di muka,
ketika kutatap benarnya khawatir Bunda padaku.
Aku tak kunjung tua.

28/11 '03
Pulang dari Cibubur.

to Rina: tuh Rin, akhirnya gue posting:)

Posted at 11:36:28 pm by ferdikom98


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I don't write intellectually. I write expressively. I don't claim to be accurate, fair or thorough. I don't wanna get stuck on certain topics. Though I sometimes do. But not that often. I'd like to expand. I wanna write more poems. But I'll only upload them if they're good. I only rant about my life's hardships if it will rescue just a little bit of my sanity. I'm saner than I make myself out to be, though.

If I am an OS kernel, and I just had a kernel dump, I'd imagine that the text in this blog is what it would more or less look like.

There. Do you get it?


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