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....and then comes impasse when you begin to doubt all your deeply cherished convictions.. (one more poem with twin-soul theme..)


Submitted:Mar 19, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 15    Likes: 1   


The Impasse

In that blindest of darkness

When my eyes became depthless

Like kohl encased grey marbles

Someone took hold of my hand

And led me on..

A thousand suppressed melodies

Writhed beneath the loud hush

And the road turned into

A haunted and shambled art gallery.

Oh how I wanted to feel his face

An endless thirsty ocean sizzled within my heart

Trying to keep it still, I fumbled and collapsed

Thereafter I don't know, where I was..





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