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by Satish Verma   Sep 18, 2017


There was no end
to looking inside.
I was crumbling.

Unnamed homing in
of anguish,
not knowing me.

The wasted questions
of revival.
A depleted dawn of a failed sun?

A river war
between two hills
for a moon?

Time to ask
motor neurons,
why night had failed at ending?

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  • 6 years ago

    by Mark

    I really had to think about this...interpretation isn't my strongest quality.. But I feel a sense of inner conflict...maybe the two hills represents both sides of the brain..the light or sun failing references could mean darkness is winning this conflict?

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