by
Jack Roth
A stumble tumble.
A hopeless hop.
Everything shattered…
Like a dolls face against a brick wall.
The crunch and cut.
The blood in the palm of my hand.
A red sea shaking…
Spilling over.
Who needs to see to the end of the world and back?
Who needs to see at all?
But without sight…
I’ve lost the way.
Lost the way home.
Lost the way to your heart.
Lost all that has become ruins at my feet.
5 comments:
wow that left me really emotional!
powerful poem.
I agree with Michelle. Very powerful poem. It left me emotional, as well. It also left me with a bit of anxiety.
I love the depth, and agree with Michelle and Cynthia that it's emotional.
I get frustration and pain from it, with a touch of sorrow.
Great job!
~becca
I love it. Agree with all of the above. Frustration, sorrow plus I get a sense of rage and desperation, too.
Very powerful and great flow.
"A red sea shaking... Spilling over."
I like that...
I agree with everyone above - well done Jack!
Jim
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