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The
marks laid on the bright surface,
They
were always meant to be there.
Your
fingers were consistent,
The
way your hands slowly moved.
I
peered through the keyhole,
Only
to be instantly surprised.
You
looked at my directions,
You
marked your skin with the ink,
They
were scars of your lost hopes;
Your
faith slowly seeped into pores.
It
stung you; I saw your pain.
All
those lost dreams, now you end.
Your
pores slowly absorbed,
What
you once thought was promised.
-Erick Flores
Another strong poem, Erick!
ReplyDeleteHello @Mary,
ReplyDeletethank you for your support by commenting!
-Erick Flores
Nice lines Erick :)
ReplyDeleteHello Shreya,
ReplyDeletethank you for that nice comment!
-Erick Flores
Scars of your lost hopes is so so sad. As is this poem.
ReplyDeleteBut it's magical, of course. This poem.
I like the peering through the keyhole image too, very neat.
Hello @Jannie Funster,
ReplyDeletethank you for visiting! Very insightful commentary. Hope to have you back soon!
-Erick Flores
Your images are subtle... yet strong. It's so hard to achieve that. I totally look up to your writing Erick... your talent is amazing :)
ReplyDeletefavorite lines:
Your fingers were consistent,
The way your hands slowly moved.
seems like something so menial no one would pay attention to it... the way someone's hands move... but the way it is focused into... is beautiful.
Hello Aura!
ReplyDeleteGood to have your comment! I am glad I saw it before getting some rest. That is really meaningful! Thank you! Means a lot coming from you! I hope to see more from you. I will go back and read some of your work as well. Thank you once again!
-Erick Flores
Aura, by the way, this was inspired from the lines you wrote. It was like a seed, and flourished into this poem!
ReplyDelete-Erick Flores