Penguins.

by AwingAshes   Jun 1, 2010


Penguins.

The staples attach each paper;
click click, click click --
The metal folding flawlessly -
mesmerised by this magic trick.

The fictitious novel finally completed,
this text another dorsal piece upon
that shelf where our characters lay.
The bland outcome shining bright - a swan

is never envisioned of oneself,
as the imperfect body reminds you
to change - like penguins we march,
wandering endlessly; a flu.

The fruitless marching continues;
left right, left right --
as we're obsessed by the revolting
truth: our inability of flight.

Blacks and whites engulf our vision,
impurities drown our souls,
the contagious virus spreads on and
on, as we seep into dark holes.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Such a well written piece dear. I loved it. Wouldn't change a thing. Keep it up. You amaze everytime. Nik