The CrystalBall The Explot
A shattering experience of the unknown forces
The Crystal ball explosion
A crystal ball, heavy as fate, sits in the dark.
Mist swirls inside—silver, black, like hushed thoughts.
whispers curling in on themselves, forming shapes,
faces, places that should not be seen ever in our world.
It knows. It sees. It breathes. It grows it’s alive.
The mist thickens, pulses,something inside is waking.
A flicker of movement,
A hand? A mouth? A thousand staring eyes?
The mist churns, restless, growing,
a silent storm trapped in glass,
pushing, stretching, screaming without sound.
Thena loud deafening sound came and a CRACK.
A hairline fracture.
A breath of cold air.
A pulse, a tremor, a final, shattering—
BANG.
Glass explodes like dying stars.
Shards rain, slicing through shadow.
The mist is loose.
It coils, writhes, shifts—then it’s gone.
Vanished.
Fled into the cracks of the world,
into lungs, into dreams, into the spaces
between the seconds.
Where did it go?
Where hasn’t it gone?
Only the shattered glass knows,
and the wind that howls in the darkness
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Got to look out for those crystal balls for they are known to be wrong at times. They do not know all the answers one may need, but what a great poem. Good job.