Through torn strands I whisper
To battling shadows.
In their horses’ breath they utter
My name
Calling me back
To the onset of dreams.
I recall
The tunnel and its warmth
Gushing forth
In gulps of sinewy agony.
I was embalmed within its walls.
Thoughts are avalanches
Sealing tunnels.
Only shadows speak
My fossils remain...
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i like the imagery you conjure up in your poetry. keep writing coz am intrigued by the direction in which it'll evolve.
the bestest of creative vibes for u!
'Thoughts are avalanches
Sealing tunnels.'
This poem reads like a man's memories of his death... scattered yet strung together beautifully!
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