Splintered handshakes
Course bone breeching skin fragile
Skeletal words wither
Fragmented whispers dissipate
The cold shivers against the moment
We ask silently waiting
And forsake the mirror
Reaching into a serpentine terrarium
For answers from hisses
And histrionic aggressors
As they run the spinning wheel
Blanketing the light
So the fungi grows to cover
The barely breathing remains
Of a day devoid of interaction…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem its really great i cant wait to read the rest of them