Comfort.

I'm a pit of shattered glass

Cracks filling my body

My pieces know     no way

to find each other these days

I'm a blank map

Without my capital city

With no home to stay

I don't know myself anymore

I don't think I want to

Instead I'll drown 

myself in this

comfortable despair. 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

The thing I most adore about this piece is the portrayal of the general stableness within yourself for the moment: not a peace, but more of a temporary stalemate or the eye of a storm. Damage is clearly present as well as the expectation for more devastation, but my interpretation is based on the observation that you familiarize yourself with a country that has no capital, which makes the internal affairs of said country quite unstable. I feel that you're trying to express your inability to make a decision as well.
I love this. Well done indeed.

[Keith LaFountaine]

You've got a lot of wonderful imagery here, filled with a lot of emotion and an air of hopelessness. Excellent work!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

A crack is a void - a place where something was and is no longer. A crack that fills you is actually unfilling you - thus the blank map of selfness. But on the bright side, if you drown in comfortable despair then at least those cracks will be filled with something. Hola! ..let us greet the nothingness together.

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