Feathers inflame my wounds
In an exile of interstellar doom
I carry my existentialism
in a broken carriage
that levitates only
at the mention of your name
Moments of weakness
have rained on my equipoise present
All the past is fleeting
in the reflection of our future
Not even divine intervention
can soothe this infinite loop of pain
Sedatives 𝘪𝘯
my 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺,
it gives way,
to 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴
I am
the feather that
𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 in a daze
But the 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦
of the fall
𝘪𝘴 enough
to deflect the
thought of
hitting the ground
It is enough to
to keep the
𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 at bay
Painting by Owen Gent
Smoke words every day. 
12 responses to “[457] About Fragility”
Loved it!! Beautifully woven words resulting in a beautiful piece ❤️❤️
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Thank you Ahiri. Means a lot 🙂
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Very nice indeed. I especially like the “sedative” part!
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Glad you did 🙂
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❤
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Rahul, I truly enjoy the depth of your work.
“that levitates only
at the mention of your name”
💖
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I am honoured that you find depth in my work. Thank you Michele 🙂
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You are welcome. It is always a pleasure and deep-thinking process to read your work. 🙏🏻
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Nice indeed👏
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Thank you Roshni!
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