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[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

*STALE*

The pixels of my mind grow dark
Mould grows
And taps drip
A river of light glides through
Regular as clockwork, working its way
Through the old seat covers
And worn carpets
It glitters and sings
Admire it long
Eyes are glued
But don't look too closely
You'll catch yourself on the threads

 

[plazma]

A very nice piece of work. I love the style in which this is written, with the very fluid description, followed by a seemingly abrupt and yet fitting ending.

Great poem.

-plaz out-

 

[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

Thank-you for the feedback. :D
One thing I would like to ask of everyone in relation to my pieces, is what feelings do they evoke, and what do you think they are actually about?
Just curious, and I don't mean to be demanding..Thanks again, Plaz for taking the time.