Kindred Spirits

December 13, 2008
By Nathaniel Zoulalian, Newmarket, ZZ

We blew it

Strange creatures are we

Those who have been forsaken
By our own creations
To the depths
Of an abyss unseen
But for our
Worst nightmares

We are the best and the worst of us --
Painted men selling
Paintings of paintings
On shadowed corners.

And we walk by

We must not.

And now,
Lying in bed,
With her,
I stare out the window
At a concrete catastrophe.


The author's comments:
This poem, Kindred Spirits, came to fruition only after several weeks of frustrated writing. If I have learned anything from the process that I went through for this poem, it is to have faith in your own skills and strengths, and not to compare with others who may seem "better" to you or your peers.

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henri333 said...
on Dec. 24 2008 at 6:03 am
bravo nathaniel, i shall write my own now


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