A Poem by Brian Kraklau

The question on her lips 
posed of intellectual thought
As if purposefully froze 
inside something I had forgot
No apology could quite come 
to query her intentions
Just as faith had begun 
to beseech the opaque inventions

Fumbling through a paperless charade 
A preset on some translucent screen
She continuously strained 
to see what it all could mean
Little did anyone know 
that each filament was a lie
Coated by a sweetened cream 
on some tasteless pie.

So exquisite to boast
That nothing anyone could bring
would have ever come close
to save even me.

© 2015 Brian Kraklau

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I liked the write, good imagery and it kept my eyes glues to the page. Nice add to your collection my friend.

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Added on July 22, 2015
Last Updated on July 22, 2015


Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV

just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..