A Nightmare

satishverma

The system aborts.
(Multiple organs failure)
A deviant art
of dying pompously.

I wish, I was on a ─
moving floor, sailing
without a walk, looking at
the camouflaged ceiling.

The shrill voice of a whistle─
blower, mimics an opera.
I will snatch the words,
raw, from your lips.

It was here, in absence.
Your poesy, matter-of-factly.
Can you raise your voice
against the fall of the thing.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2017 22:15
  • Category: Nature
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  • Yeliw

    I really appreciate the imagery, great job!



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