labyrinthsA Poem by gunagya sokaldream pop.
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turn your eyes, do you see me? standing drenched in the cold, wet rain; my heart aches for your love, but your cold embrace and your shallow answers, shoot a deep void within. an echoed presence; where did you go? knock on your door and it doesn't open; the water brings me down, to my knees; and the roses in my hands, scattered; along the pathways, slipping into the drains; and the shattered peices of glass on the floor, dishes turned to cold; where was I lost? dear, would you pull me out of my labyrinth? as my hand bleeds across our dinner table. walk into the bedroom, find your clothes; a glimpse of the storm. open the drawer beneath the lamp; find your pills, a memoir; and a portrait of us, I hold; listening to your lore and fall asleep. © 2024 gunagya sokal |
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2 Reviews Added on January 7, 2024 Last Updated on January 7, 2024 Authorgunagya sokalIndiaAbout20 year old male writer. experimentation and critique regarded; i'm here to put myself out for a bit. i particularly write in avant-garde and surrealist literature. content disclaimer: strong lang.. more.. |

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