Precipice
Posted by shaili on Monday July 10, @05:35AM
It’s numb Like cold room heaters Set human machinery (worn out parts) Drag the rumble called life.
Reconciliation saturates the air Tears run dry Translucent salt tracks Mirror the nerves inside.
A lantern dims the setting The mosaic of lit squares across my street Rejoice in their light I find excuses to put out mine.
The syllabi is followed Sleep, shop, eat and cram A hullabaloo of kismet and karma Time is swallowed in gulps.
Bereft of pleasant zeal Psychologically impotent Metamorphosing costumes of life like Walking death entering and exiting rooms.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.