Poetry Book II - ANEW
Book Opens
Several upon a time,
In the shadowy, cold sphere
Observed maliciously a people.
Sensing a heaviness in their minds,
That spread through entirely.
However,
It was in one corner only.
On the Verge
Silence.
The palpable cure
For a brilliant mind.
And patience.
The palpable solace
To acquire one.
In the Path of
Sensory lines
In the sense of, mine
Search for an answer
To the sublime.
Center of Earth
In the way of, me
Preach an answer
To reflection seen.
I stumble and wobble
Across the patterns…
Meet the me
Meet the answer.
As in Title
Round, the circumference
Satellite, interference
Interference, as in question
No, as in exclamation
The face of it, as in periods.
The space of it, as in one period
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poem by Erica Borges
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