Bent by time and substances

Posted: August 3, 2014 in poetry
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eggshell
Bent by time and substances,
Bamboozled by the ache of mediocrity,
I send my poems out to the world
Like desperate letters addressed to lost souls.
Who will reply?
Who will care?
Who can comprehend?
My metal skull reverberates with these thoughts:
Steel echoes and rasping squeals of weasel words,
Amplifying the resonant bong of self-indulgence.
Then I am alone with my musings, whisperings and doubts,
Empty like an egg shell,
Ready to be crushed and thrown in the bin.

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Comments
  1. Rachna says:

    No empty eggshell pens out such heart-touching words…strung together beautifully 🙂

    Thank you for sharing.

    Like

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