when the dust no longer was made of silver


along silver strewed streets
in the hidings, among remnants
of the ravaged silvercity
glittered no longer
not the metal
not the dust
nothing

splendor of stars went numb
colorless they glared
colorless spots
on colorless sky
and I looked away
took a shortcut
through the prison cells

and

was no longer




Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-05-28 at 16:26

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
the passing of self, made even more lonely by the edge of sadness like a shadow, a good poem.
2005-06-25


fazza
In the words you have chosen, there is a fantastic mirroring of a desolate soul's wandering!
Yes!
2005-05-29


A.O.O. Augustsson
Its silver in your poem that takes my mind and shakes it wonderful and i smile with a silverlining... :))
2005-05-29