Fragments of the unknown
Nothing is as it first looks
Fragments of the unknown
A face unravels, torn and split,
Eyes adrift where shadows sit.
A bird with wings of fractured light,
Pierces through the thinning night.
A doll with cracks, its silent scream,
An hourglass spills a dying dream.
Lips unmoving, lost in space,
Memory clings to a hollowed face.
A ribbon coils, a tethered thread,
Binding whispers long since dead.
Scattered pearls like drops of sin,
Falling deeper, caving in.
The walls dissolve, the echoes grow,
Time unmakes what we must know.
A dream, a mask, a shattered skin,
Where does the ending begin?
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Good job on this poem that is thought provoking.
Magnificent. Makes me wonder when all the nightmares end and peaceful sleep takes hold - even when I'm awake.