Lost in a clouded mind
pulled into the box of unknown
by hands that grip the head
floating through thoughts
unable to be grasped
slipping further into the abyss
searching the darkness
for a flicker of hope
magic comes... goes burning out
turning to ash and smoke
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2022 02:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Was given the picture as a prompt
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Comments3
But with that burning a light can be seen and your life will be full of light and love.
Andy
Will I turn every poem into an adventure of Kitty's? What's Kitty see in that box? And is she thinking outside of it? Well, she is not inside the box, so she must be.
I talk some rubbish. lol.
mighty Pandora
now but a threadbare
cardboard, box
of forgotten imagery
how far, Mythology
has fallen..
(and based on the impressive
muscle definition, on the females
in the gyms I have visited
those: are unisex
forearms and hands
'in my humble opinion')
lol
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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