Hammers and chisels

Hammers and chisels

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano




I'm moving on
, she said
To where?, he wondered
Just a place, far away
from catch-22s
cast in stone

And with that,
he ceased to be puzzled
and gave her a chisel to hold
while he swung the hammer of bygones - 
it shattering his wry smile,
and it vanished
into chipped dust.

© 2017 SleeplessVolcano


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You're damned if you, you're damned if you don't....the joys of life eh..

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"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..

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