Shards of glass under nails
Shattered
dreams
these snow flakes make
Fish cry
dies
Trapped
in this globe
Fists held high
These walls
run
deep
Day draws nigh,
no sleep
Stagnant air;
breathe to sigh
Misty morning
turns
dry cry
Where to hide?
Small spaces,
old places,
same faces
Tipped over,
upside down
New flakes
fall;
drown
Smile in place
masks
pain
from face
Yet can’t erase
Same small space
Rat race
sets
the rancid pace
Same bubble
Different Day
Mind Wide Open
Lost in translation are the fragments of this beautiful life.
This is quite unique and powerful. I love the concept and imagery. "Same bubble, different day" - I like that line. This is describing depression without actually BEING depressing. Very well written. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. I would really love to challenge everyone to see how many metaphors and symbolic references they can identify in this piece. I even found a few after I posted it; how often does that happen? Talk about a soul connection ;).
ReplyDeleteThat would be interesting! I really like this piece; pulling it apart would be fun. ;)
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