Abstract Guitar 2


crusted pupils,
cracked open white knuckles,
rugged face,
dreams of better times,
sorrow revealed otherwise;

wind chimes rang,
a call of distant delirium –
when a shadow sprawled
across several decades –
silhouette; darkened mass,

crumbled into the cracks;
slivers mingled with light,
bleeding fingernails,
coated in scabs,
old and new stained palm prints,

impressions from barb wire,
and splinters,
each with its own tale;
last,but not least
had come chromatic calluses

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Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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