Eyes bore holes in the grainy wood
of my splintered spirit,
The foundation of the matter tingling
but not enormously,
as something so earthen and barren
was disgusted by any advances.
I turned to look upon the side of the bar,
No candles or wine glasses were laid,
Just eyes upon eyes upon eyes
Dispersing me, immersing me,
into the planks that lined the floor.
I was eternally nothing in the eyes of
but to myself a dead and broken remnant
of a wild tree, hacked down,
never to breathe a sigh again.
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Excellent poem watch
- Thread Starter
- 20-07-2017 20:54
- 20-07-2017 20:55
That is amazing... profound... i really like the vivid imagery that is concocted up... i especially like the ending
- 20-07-2017 20:59
thank god i don't do English Lit anymore
- 20-07-2017 21:08
Err..so we shouldn't cut down trees to use for building materials we should undertand they are living sentient beings??
- 19-09-2017 19:34
Wow...that's intense. Great stuff.