I wish I could explain
The ghosts that tangle
Like weeds inside me,
Leaden and cold,
Pressing the breath
From my chest.
I am trapped
In this fortress of bone,
Listening to waves
Shatter against the shore.
Every second, a little
Less than I once was.
Can’t you see?
I am silvered glass,
Reflecting the colours
That hurt the least,
A brittle shell, echoing,
Mocked, by a relentless sea.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This poem reflects fragility and calls out for care in handling. Well done
Thank you Soren ❤️
You are most welcome Kora
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