A broken heart entombed in
parched flesh. Endless longings
spun and mixed in the dark abyss.
Down the rabbit hole, a foreign
country promises adventures
and new life. The rules bend
here, not as mirage, but
to reveal
unexpected realities. Numbness
beckons, a sterile trap off
to one side. The loud party
over there merely distracts.
Follow the middle way:
It unfolds with each step.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | February 2, 2015
Resurrection
Posted in Poetry
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