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such a familiar place
to be surrounded by machines
in a basement
or an attic
I endure the heat
the humidity
all these obsolete machines
you don't find them any more
damp air feels sweet
I taste it, only thing I can taste
in the nothingness of being
"come morning, all will be a plain field
no house, no attic, no me,
a ghostly presence. beware thoughts..
I come only on certain nights"
18 comments:
You've used both prompts very well...Nicely worded! I liked the last 4 verses even better, nice!!
cheap labour in India huh.......
slave labour!
'you are what you do repeatedly' so it is said..however 'your' mind and dreams still churn away inside like a little machine to help 'you' escape the basement..Jae
A vivid picture that fades so mistily away.
Mystical. You actually start pouring your own imagination to further see the tale of the mysterious man.
I wasn't expecting that ending at all. Good job!
This place sounds awful and yet the character loves it.
Such an interesting point of view. Very effective.
apt words.
blessings.
keep inspiring.
I like it when people see the beauty in fuctional things
That last stanza is really haunting the whole poem such a feeling I really like this
I loved the title and the poem is very engaging!
a haunting quality, but like a friendly ghost who only wants to continue tinkering with his toys
nicely done ...
Love how this ends, nicely done.
Haunting, the memories and the negation in the morning. This one I want to read repeatedly, and will.
Maybe we do remain in familiar surroundings after death. Why would we leave that which we know?
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