the end that never ends


in limbo

Everything I’m made of

is dry and thin and brittle

like paper, too long in the sun

I am held together

with tape and hope

Can you see the way I crumple

in your lightest breeze

where, once, I could withstand

the full onslaught of your storm?

Can you see the way my edges crumble

at your slightest touch

where, once, I thrilled

to be crushed by your embrace?

Can you see me

or just the fading history

that is written on me?

I am still here

In limbo




About Eric Kovach

Spiraling out of control~~~~~~o
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19 Responses to the end that never ends

  1. Painful and beautiful.

  2. potterfan97 says:

    I love how this starts and ends with the same word. Very beautiful form.

  3. Painful, beautiful and thought-provoking:)

  4. Beautiful form here!
    ‘I am held together with tape and hope’ *sigh*
    I love it Eric!

  5. Reblogged this on Writings of a Mrs and commented:
    Stunning form and content.
    LOVE IT!

  6. Ms. Vee says:

    This is beautiful and sad.

  7. I especially love the lines “I am held together/with tape and hope”

    Such imagery! Xx


  8. toad (chris jensen) says:

    Reblogged this on tot123itsme.

  9. helenmidgley says:

    This had such sorrowful beauty, love it

  10. You painted a beautiful picture. I love , “I am held together by tape and hope” I have those days too.

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