SAVE ME

SAVE ME

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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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV



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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..

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