The ShellA Poem by Brian ConradThis is a poem I wrote when I was around fourteen years old, after having seen something that I found ridiculous. It is by far my oldest surviving poem, which still reveals itself to me.
This is a Shell upon the ground
From it the Silent Abyss Thin and strong all around Turtles hidden beneath it's mass This Shell's rounds the Abyss surrounds Beastly dominating the sand filled sides The sides are waved aside And sent falling from the ground This is the Box within the Shell No longer upon the same ground This is the Box that corners around The Box which the Shell shall never fill The Box is cornered upon the ground And from that point does not see As before and after "in the beginning" In the Abyss there is nothing found The Box of edges, scratches, and hues Each one new, yet full of dust Eroding, unprotected from the Abyss Breaking Tiberius' lust Forms of universe come to this Box When looking to it's brief future To think it has the power above all Man has not caught up with nature © 2013 Brian ConradAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrian ConradDenver, COAboutI live in Denver Colorado, and have been writing since first grade. I eventually moved into poetry around thirteen years old, and then wrote a novel in my twenties. The novel never went anywhere, bu.. more..Writing
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