Saturday, June 21



Core


My center of attention,
I am no more..
Nor wanted
or loved as before..

Bent and broken
I am alone...
As you my shadow
have become unknown

Tired to mend
whats broken
What's still standing
is hard to make

Harder still
is the visibility
of what the tremors
did shake

I am reclined to
hope sans belief
trying to go in circles
for a shapeless piece of cake

You are aligned
to impertinence
and me to desire

Quite an altercation
this duality
enough to fracture any shore

Like Broken leafs
strewn on the ground.
Destroyed beneath
the force of life

Once vibrant, the glisten
is now long gone
Skeletal forms of beauty,
help me make amends
with my reform

A mere blend to the background,
there lies my chore
I'm the center of the earth,
the center of universe
and worldly purpose's censure

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