Monday, June 8, 2020

Black Corridor Comments

Rating: 5.0

Time lays marooned on the edge of oblivion
Marked in the still-life of gravity's wake
No stars, nor lights just a graveyard of night
a nebulous ocean, that's vast and opaque
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Kevin Patrick
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Susan Williams 11 June 2020

Terrifying thought to be drifting into infinity where all things are consumed in the black lens of eternity. There; s layers in this, , , at first I thought space travel as in a space ship..... then I thought of the space craft being the earth.... then I thought of me living a life that is trapped in my steel clad self-built prison whose destiny is the death I am already living..... wow! Kevin. I love layers and this poem is full of them....10++++++++ and onto my fav list

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 10 June 2020

a very beautiful poem kevi so nice to read ur poemy

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Dr Dillip K Swain 08 June 2020

A very commendable piece of work! Appreciated and admired.......10++++

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