The glitch inside the mind


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.


  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2020 16:58
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11


  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    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.

    • RiverJordan

      Appreciate the love

    • L. B. Mek

      we are all tethered to that tree of life somehow, liked your creative structure and layout, full of insightful observations

      • RiverJordan

        Thanks for the feedback, appreciate your reading!

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