Inanimate gestures

A Poem by SomeOwl

The silver bounds that see no end

Question all the thoughts

battling my head

The amethyst staring back

Echoing the questioned

Cutting deeper wounding and pleasing

The glimmer now in rust

But is that what I trust?

The chains growing

Linking each oval link, one by one

The heart infinite

Turning and intertwining

The turn kept it almost parallel

Fallen comrades that fought so well

Maybe they are what should keep

this spell

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Added on January 3, 2015
Last Updated on January 5, 2015
Tags: love, loss, pain, questioning

I write for release of sorts. Enjoy. I'm not too sure what else to write.. this is odd and ironic. 17 || Australia || Female more..

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