I am benumbed.
Soul searching,
I seek
and walk at night.
In the realms
of the forsaken
shadow of the moon;
I weep
in the silence of forever.
"I know,
It is not forbidden
to catch an ember"
No one noticed
my broken smile,
and my exenterated existence
is of a corpse with open,
droopy eyes.
Again, I realize.
I am benumbed.
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Author notes
Word prompt/Inspiration: "Evisceration"
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Great piece. I love how the opening line was repeated in the end as a sign of realization.
I loved the simplicity, the imagery and the title.
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A great write again
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I really like this piece. The wording captivated me and it was really enjoyable... Great write.
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Absolutely beautiful. Your use of language is really lovely, it has a rhythm that you don't see enough anymore. Thank you
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Nice take on your prompt! A phantom or shadowy apparition, right? Anyways, that's where your magnificent words took me. As if someone or something was not physically present, he's hollow, not really there...
"No one noticed
my broken smile,
and my exenterated existence
is of a corpse with open,
droopy eyes."
Sorrow Filled, Poet.
~ Nicholas
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