SplittingA Poem by Max Whipple III..myself into piecesThe focus crushes me what’s left of my life pushed to the periphery merely an oversight in the wake of enveloping panic the lights go out my breathing magnified my heartbeat audible and isolated can I beat back this tremor before I am lost in the quake splitting my life apart where does your destruction end and my perpetuation begin it’s all blurring together except your image burned into dreams.. © 2013 Max Whipple III |
StatsAuthorMax Whipple IIIChandler, AZAboutI am a musician and aspiring poet/writer. I'm in school to get my BA in English. I hope to one day have something published somewhere significant, but right now it's just a hobby and much needed creat.. more..Writing
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