절  망

                                                     
                       
                       아무도 눈 뜨지 못할 고요의 시간에
                       내 손가락은 날카로운 절망에 베어버린다.    

                       아껴둔 무언가를 창조해 내었을 때,
                       내가 가진 절망이 가차없이 베어버린다.

                       스미는 나의 피조차 절망 앞에 분리되고,
                       떨어진 한방울은 대지에 물들어버리고,

                       선혈의 자욱속에 아득히 떠오르는
                       잔잔한 두 글자의 형태만이

                       아껴둔 무언가가 창조됨으로써
                       내가 가진 상처를 위로할 뿐이다.