Broken wires
Broken wires
The connections formed in the middle of the deepened night
as the stars blinked out one by one. The glow left was from deep inside
and the power spread from core to light, the fingertips of a new world.
Frayed became the tethered ends as the fears settled down
and the store leaked out of every tap. All that remained was the insane
and the cowering frame of pathetic sight, bowed to old flags unfurled.
Relationships built upon the foundation spilled across trade floor
like the blood of the fallen to earth. Screams raised until silence fell
and the dreams of the many spread wide, onto rocks they were hurled.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
Love it - 'the fingertips of a new world' is a beautiful phrase. It's quite apocalyptic, which I love - 'the stars blinked out one by one' - haunting.
Getting praise on my poetry seems unfitting , but thank you.
Why so? Breath, and accept xxx - I get it, I always squrim too!
I kinda think you were trying to tell a story here, it's all trying to fit into mind, but it's intricately written and it's delicately beautifully Sir, well-done.
It is up to you what you pull from and imagine from it :)
You have a very nice way with words @tarazkp and your use of them set a descriptive scene. Well done, I really enjoyed this piece x
