In and out bricks.


Thats holds good for me,
Stretching a graph of depression,
Verses the line of happiness,
Up...Down , Up...Down ,Up...Down ,
Blue merging down,
Grey making its new shine,
Those tiny hair cracks getting involved,
Rust recrudesce its area,
Slipping off was accompanied,
Voids were see through now,
Catchment area increasing with null identity,
Corners were filleting,
 Migrants could be seen capturing the new town,
No more originality,
Hollow depths  ,
Up...Down , Up...Down ,Up...Down ,

Comments

Andrea said…
Blessings and prayers,
andrea
transparentnow? said…
Up follows down and then repeat...that is the cycle of life. You said it well.
Jack said…
Escapist,

It does hurt when you see those unworthy taking over what you admire.

Take care
Escapist said…
@ transparent- Yes,cycle of life is so..but at certain it only goes in one direction...ad it all gets messed.


Jolliieess:)
Escapist said…
@ Jack - But its not under control to make sure what you see and to what you over come..


Jollieess:)
Anonymous said…
Oh come on it looks like you shagged and wrote this poem

see through
slip
hair cracks

what are we supposed to imagine. Is there anything left to imagine?

I pray that you get your love.
Anonymous said…
how beautifully you have captured the ups & downs of life!
glad to have stumbled upon you...
Anonymous said…
I apologize.
I pray that you get your love soon.

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