There are lines.
Lines that cover me in
mistakes, enclose me in the past.
The lines that make X's
over failures,
Create a life of regret,
Leave me swaying from one side to
another.
Lines that shatter my
windows, my only outlook to tomorrow.
The lines that demolish any
hope ,
Create damage to dreams,
Leave me wishing in the winds of
despair.
Lines that weave
intricate patterns through the depths of life.
The lines that enhance the
meaning of love,
Create confusions in the
world they know.
In the world we know.
Lines.
The
lines created of demons.
This piece is amazing! I love the depth in it, your voice comes out really well in it too. It definitely uses symbolism and it really makes me think! I adore your writing and you are very talented!! :)
ReplyDeleteThere's a piece at the Milwaukee Art Museum that perfectly illustrates your ideas...I love the visual you're creating here.
ReplyDeleteI really like how it written!
ReplyDeleteI love, love, love profundity of it all. I would never have thought of lines in such a way . . . It's creative and original just like you!!!
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