A silent presence
huddled in the dark corner
starts a notional dialogue
with a trust default.
I intend to proceed to-
explore the dementia,
accepting the uncertinity
of human symbol.
Snatched by ascending
tomorrow, you are not yourself
today, I am not myself,
clinging to sleeveless death.
Fear hauls you up on the
brazen rocks, you stand
alone in sun to find your toes
breaking the sound waves.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: May 31st, 2016 00:16
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
"Fear hauls you up on the
brazen rocks, you stand
alone in sun to find your toes
breaking the sound waves."
This is superb.Thank you.
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