pieces of an amalgamated planet shatter
and fall into a collapsing star
as I sit alongside a lonely player
whose banjo sings a fluttering song.he speaks of friends cradled by the passing of time:
some missing in its embrace,
others kissed by the lips of sweet liberation.he insists with a desperate fervor
that they are still out there somewhere:
left mesmerized by the brilliant hues
of a cascading galaxy,
and looking at the same three moons
that he does.he guarantees that their knotted history is
woven into the seams of
his worn suit and plucked strings—
and he swears
and swears
that he can hear the familiar hum
of a weeping harmonica
in a void that carries no sound.
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my poetry
Poetrythis is a collection of my poetry over the span of a few months. My newer works are better than the initial ones imo ‼️ I hope you enjoy it!! if you have any feedback, let me know.