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First poem I have written in a very long time.

The robotic movement of a soul lost, 

An auto pilot response that proves a lack of connection. 

Letting it all swoop passed you in a cascade of bleeding pride. 

Faces blurred to distortion fill a world of gray. 

Reminded of a silent still, no echo of life; 

yet a heaving chest shows the signs that couldn't be true; 

animated death shaking free wasted and withered in need of a cool drink. 

Questioned by the movement and pursued by the light, 

circle back around to find events misconstructed and secrets overflowing. 

Turn the key to ignite a heart and 

wash away the rust of a badly weathered storm. 

Lean into another to fuel the fire started. 

Bring to life the reluctantly weary vacancy sign and wait... 

The grace of such repairs will prove the vessel unbreakable 

Finally Letting another search its walls, to find a place of rest.

Reviews

[icaros13]

Very well written. Great imagery and symbolism. Great word choice without overworking the vocabulary. Nice write!

[khalid]

very nicely written really. i enjoyed the images as well as the words picking and the flow..great work..