Surrogate

Surrogate

A Poem by Abhra

What do I do with so much poetry and so many words

when all I have to say footnotes in silence.

In the disheveled coliseum of language, vicinity is a river in ruins.

And I run through colors and love.

These alleys have no one in them, only a window waits for me.

and I keep looking to the streets for my beloved, emptiness

even her shadows have learned to look like you.


© 2012 Abhra


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the first two lines I can relate to so very well, well actually the whole darn thing makes me sigh, and it makes me wonder why when people have so much to give together why do the roads always lead away? It makes no sense, but then I suppose if we ever figure out the riddle of love no one would ever go anywhere and there would be no need for roads :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


this has brilliant expression

Posted 12 Years Ago


The sound and feeling of your work is amazing, just amazing. Those last two lines are absolutely haunting.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Abhra

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I am humbled by your words. Thank you

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Abhra
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Kennesaw, GA



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