Berinde Ovidiu-Claudiu Poet Blank verse

The Empty Shell

Sometimes I forget to breathe
 In this solitude
 I try hard to remember
 My way back home
 
 
 Maybe I never had
 My own nest
 I just borrowed
 The others'
 As a young cuckoo
 Sick with Alzheimer
 
 
 Snow clears the shadows
 And any trace
 Of heavy steps
 So I can not return
 At my shell
 With rancid curtains
 From a cobweb

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Ajayi Angel-Simon December 23, 2012 at 8:06 AM well woven... has a bit of Eliot's The Waste Land... like the way you capture disintegration and discordance of man... thanks for stopping by my poems... Love... Angel

Vicky Tsiluma December 22, 2012 at 7:10 AM WHoa! Poignant write - amazingly done. I love how you've used imagery to bring out the angst brought about by uncertainty and confusion. Your development of the theme is on point. And that Alzheimer reference just strikes at the heart. Very well penned Berinde!