Alone In Myself

Alone In Myself

The scaffolding falls.
The end and means
become one. There was―
no other second moon.

The prosthetic hand
feels your face. Blind eyes
hear your lips and a severed
leg walks me near you.

Under the tongue you
hide a word. I will never know
what. The armless sun
steals away my golden key.

Will never find you again
in my poems. My book torn,
my pen broken. I am picking
up the old lost coins.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this has wonderful metaphors...the second stanza just blew me away...

It is doubly hard when we can not even find a lost love in our poetry...the words just seem empty, vacant...like we are writing in a vacuum....
j.

[John Cardwell]

I find your style fascinating. Mysterious, puzzling, delightful! More please.

[Chris Shaw]

Strong imagery here and your second stanza is intriguing. Lends itself to much thought. All good wishes Satish.

Chris

[Vertigo Cat1111]

I love this, it's so nostalgic and classic feeling. Every line is beautiful and genius, but I especially love 'Under the tongue, you hide a word.' And 'Will never find you again, in my poems. My book torn, my pen broken' it's actually inspiring me to write some of my own poetry as of right now. Thank you for sharing this, it'll be a piece I'll be sure to keep rereading!