Plummeting

satishverma

The padded words
perdured the fall of factuality
into the gaping maw of untruth.

The barriers start
crumbling for stilts
but the alley leads to a jungle of tales.

The manipulation walks
on the frozen lake of eyes.
Blue shadows move underneath to-

find the door. You spend
whole life to locate the dock.
The old sea and man drift in dark.

Only a seagull flies
in morning fog to trace
the sun, halted in clouds.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2016 23:15
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 12


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