Remnants Of Indifference

by MyHobby Portal   Aug 7, 2024


Bits of pieces,

Scattered around,

To pick them up,

is what must be done,

Shifted about,

The broom sweeps,

What left underneath,

Is none of my concern,

Scoured away,

Evanesced by each beating minute,

Concealed far apart from my sight,

There is nothing to be noticed,

Cipher left behind,

Nullity lingers here,

Nothing was here,

Indifference, it never was.

By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024

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  • 3 months ago

    by Darren

    I like this, the poem itself looks like you've attacked it with a broom. Swept away needless words leaving just the bones of your poem.

    Reading this reminded me how cathartic sweeping can be. You can easily get lost in your own thoughts when brandishing the humble broom.

    Thanks for sharing.

    • 3 months ago

      by MyHobby Portal

      hi there.. thanks for your comment.. that not easy butt i am done :)

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