riddled with scriptures,
an empty cage to be inhabited,
foot prints on the soil; lead to a chasm,
I'm under some type of spell; heavy words reverberate,
on the hunt for a blank book; you are hexed within its pages,
x marks the spot,
sunken lands harbor a hoax,
our eyes never met; you meet me with contemplation,
I stand inside a house, full of broken mirrors.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 10th, 2020 16:58
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Wow a fab sublime muse and I like the poetic word choice you have employed to effect. Kudos for a fine eloquent poem.!
Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.
Appreciate the love
we are all tethered to that tree of life somehow, liked your creative structure and layout, full of insightful observations
Thanks for the feedback, appreciate your reading!
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