Blank

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 12, 2017

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Who am I?

A canvas

Awaiting brightness

Or bleakness?

 

The question is simply

But answer is a maze

“Who am I?”

The man asked,

 

Sands shift

Sun beats

Winds die

Water gone

 

And all that’s left

Is the husk of a man

His organs

Scraped

 

Vultures circle above

The crow snickers

Mockingbirds missing

But the man still stands

 

He shivers

He cries

His hands

Their hands

 

Glass empty

Yet he hears

Gods above

Gods below

 

Perhaps he’s simply blank

Or perhaps

He has been painted on

Just not by the painter

 


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