Strands

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The Imaginarium


A poem inspired by the Imaginarium one word prompt -- past.

Submitted: September 06, 2017

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Strands

 

Strands of the past,

Twisting,

Turning,

But from them,

Am I learning?

 

Which shall I grip,

Cling to,

Spin to,

Which trap am I

Falling into?

 

As I’m holding on so tight,

It grows,

It knows,

To the ground below

It throws.

 

Past with future

Mingles,

Merges,

For my downfall

All converges.

 

Turn my back, not see,

Hear,

Fear,

Although the ending

Does appear.

 

Must stay blank,

Blot it,

Stop it,

Or my mind,

The past will rot it.

 

Perhaps I’ll just let myself go,

No strand

In hand

And wait to see

Just where I'll will land.

 

 


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