Retrospection.
Who am I, but
a figment of the author's imagination?
I know-
I'm made with ink.
I'm made with words the author despises,
sometimes loves.
I know that I'm incomplete, always will be.
A part made in the author's image,
someone whose voice is predetermined.
Someone who will bring these words-
continuation.
~
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A Symphony Of Darkness [WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST] [COMPLETE]
PoezieHighest rank #34 in poetry (26 jan 2018) #1 reverie (11 sept 2018) A young body, an old soul. Sometimes, it is hard not to fall in love with what would eventually become just a memory. Do you hear that? The sound of silence? That's the symphony of t...