When Hollowed

When Hollowed

A Poem by Bryän

Too often now, I wonder what I am.
Dislocate my wrist; remove my ears and heart.
Then what would remain? Why, only a sham;
drifting on towards Death's rampart.

Blessed automaton,
you can ignore the grand scale,
live in your Avalon,
and not see your life's so stale.
My fortune is less.
I can't deceive myself.
This emptiness I always address.

© 2013 Bryän


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I love the automaton reference, they're so cool! Nice rhyming pattern, a wonderful poem ;)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Masterfully crafted!! Your structure, flow and rhyming are exceptional, along with your well developed lines.

"Too often now, I wonder what I am.
Dislocate my wrist; remove my ears and heart.
Then what would remain? Why, only a sham;
drifting on towards Death's rampart."

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Bryän
Bryän

Germantown, WI



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Hey, I'm Brian. Just a guy that enjoys playing bass, singing, composing, and of course writing. I started writing at the age of 12 after realizing I couldn't stop thinking about a certain dream I had.. more..

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