on my back, staring up

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer

the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...

revelation fall free
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall free,
release this pretender from the ground





Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-19 at 07:40

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I believe you need to read this poem more than once... because each time I have read it I have seen a corner that I previously hadn't looked around. A poem that leaves you wanting more.
2022-05-19