A darkened room, a cloistered soul..
Solitude clad by clothes...
As hands and fingers start talking
Lips do not move
What moves are two shapes...and one and a half empty soul
They try to conquer each other...love has become war...
Its a game of the vanquisher and the vanquished
My shadow in the moonlight wins..smiles and says
You forever will be but a shadow....
Solitude clad by clothes...
As hands and fingers start talking
Lips do not move
What moves are two shapes...and one and a half empty soul
They try to conquer each other...love has become war...
Its a game of the vanquisher and the vanquished
My shadow in the moonlight wins..smiles and says
You forever will be but a shadow....
4 comments:
doppleganger redux! victor and the monster, marlow and kurtz.the punchline was fab.kudos.
You chose an interesting title for this internal battle of wills.
title??err..most times i do not spend much time choosing one...mostly it is a word or a phrase from the poem itself...:-)
am terrible at naming my poems:-P
I love the last two lines.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
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