Scars:
carmine lines
shackles of paradoxes
Their replications:
in theatres of uncertainties
Slicing so deep -
fissures plunged into
kaleidoscopes of blood
infections whipped
through the scalpel of life
tissues thrown
into enigmas
breathing organs
resting
We wait:
oh so patiently,
in enigmatic universes
Meanwhile,
scars pierce: in my beating heart
I am in the theatre of infinites
collapsed into boulevards of brokeness
Author notes
It's a personal family issue, I am..trying to stay rational and traumatizing myself with music.
And if you know my sister Gothchyld: she is trapped in her emotional state in the other continent.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow
Wow this is quite serious. Sorry about your family. I hope things turn out alright. If you want to talk, I'm here. Good poem though. Well expressed and honest.
Brian -
Thank you, I am slowly recovering from the depression that I had when I heard about what happened. As for you, it seems you have branched out from being a nature poet!
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