Unplugged
Float
Like disengaged
birthday balloons
over a tearful child
Or rose petals
Drying on a white bed
Or chestnut blossoms
Drifting down an
Empty Street
Or poems
Unplugged
Their
Faces
Fade
From cold vacuum void
From deepest darkness
Her own solitary words
Scream softly
Rattling against each other
Like loosed teeth
From a hundred spit
Night terrors
Unplugged
She starved searching
soul -reaches
to touch
the black screen
Blazing to
Resurrection
Virtual life
Returned
Great poem!
ReplyDeleteAww thanks Anthony :) Enjoy the day...
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