MarianaA Poem by Hollow ManI see no reason to be, since I will always be, Something, nothing, to someone and no one… I am deep as the Mariana Trench. Drowning In neuro-oceans. Burning, melting, molten And iron cast. Bionic. Alive as ash glaring At the past, shallow enough to choke On sun forsaken rain, oil-slicked and sick As waxed over candle wick and jarred beets With Ball rusted tops on shelves built on dust. Breath wears thin as a waning moon tied to A rooftop garden with glass ceilings, watered as Ophelia’s concealed cadence. Doesn’t feel a thing, Not even a dying stars last whisper, a simple request
For nothing. © 2010 Hollow ManReviews
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17 Reviews Added on November 4, 2010 Last Updated on November 4, 2010 AuthorHollow ManStafford, VAAboutI was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..Writing
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