Aftermath
to mourn
the loss
of it,
i am
rendered
split
in feeble
parts
unequal.
i keep intact
only
a hollow
soul shell,
an impression
cast on its thin
crust is the lip curl
of a smile
remembered.
4 thoughts on "Aftermath"
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The music of your poem is lovely: “in feeble parts unequal…impression cast on its thin crust is the lip curl of a smile remembered.” Great job!
I love the sparseness of the poem. No fat in this essential poem.
I like how you use white space and line breaks here.
i am
rendered
split
The line breaks contribute so much to what you are saying