pain — two compressors squeezing my head;

a war on two fronts.

two white bubbles, taking a walk,

a rectangle squealing.

these salmon fish, from a tank into the ocean.

a bunch of pearls, now breaking down,

stainless steel subjected to corrosion.

golden brown is now gone,

but no more wars, I suppose,

who knows?


Submitted: October 14, 2022

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jaylisbeth

Such insightful piece, friend. Well done

Fri, October 14th, 2022 7:00pm

Diamonheart

loved the underwater imagery. reminds me of my own works.

Fri, October 14th, 2022 7:31pm

charlamaye

GOOD poem

Fri, October 14th, 2022 7:56pm

olive tree

Nice!

Fri, October 14th, 2022 8:17pm

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