shattered, to nothingness.
And I watched
as my hollow reality
slipped away from the edges
of my fingertips.
A fist full of moonlight.
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5 comments:
I like this....I see myself in you..:)
so metaphoric..
yet for me.. esoteric..
=D Nice poem Scribbler.. I seriously need to read more classics to comprehend the poetic jargon.. =D
Esoteric... yes, I have to agree. I tend to be selfishly introspective with poetry (or should I say, in my case, something that almost resembles poetry? lol!) most of the time. But do feel free to draw your own conclusions and interpretations. There shouldn't be a right or wrong.
beautiful writing.
Thank you w.e.b.m. And many thanks for dropping by.
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