Sunday, June 26, 2016

Hybrid

Like a crack in the glass
Like a hole in the hull
Like a ghost from the past
Like a blade that's gone dull
Like a bench by the marsh
Like a rock by the shore
Like a turn of a phrase
Like a heart wanting more

I will empty
I will sink
I am haunted
I am pointless
I sit quiet
I stand beaten
I sound hollow
I ache on

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