When it was gone
It was over
Slowly it began to falter
Words no longer spoken
The channels closed
All lines lost
Everything terminated
Without connection it eroded
Estranged in every way
Broken into pieces
Shattered beyond recognition
All roads that were open
Now diverted elsewhere
When it was gone
There was no point returning
To what end would be that purpose?
For what reason would I re-enter that prison?
- Author: Emile Dubois ( Offline)
- Published: July 16th, 2017 06:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I love your poem. Beautiful arrangement, and I love the end of it. Clever. Thanks for sharing.
Many thanks for you reply
Very good write. Stay strong.
Thanks for your kind words. I'm actually ok..I write these days when I get a moment of creative musing..it comes from the sum of my experiences. I'm a firm believer in creative adjustment.
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