Written by Jacob Ibrag
She laid in bed frustrated at him. The more she’d try
to unlock his mind with her heart and eyes, the more
he’d resist and push her further away into the abyss of his
psyche. ‘If he thinks he knows everything that there is to
know about anything, how can we truly grow with one
another? How can we coexist without conversation? He
lets me touch his skin at will, yet holds me an arm’s length
away from his thoughts and imagination.’ Staring at her
as she bled frustration, he walked by the bed and asked her
why she looked so pissed, ‘I refuse to be another warm
body in your collection. Give me the crux of your mind,
body and soul or I’m done with this.’
Eyes + Words 
That poem is creating collages between body and soul in front of the abyss with condition. and That were subjected to many semiconductor and lusts.
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Well written 🙂 n so true
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Thank you 🙂
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interesting poem and pic to match
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Thanks
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Hi Eyes+Words. Lust and lack of respect has been fuelled since the social media has exploded into our lives! Thank you very much for liking my poem “Object!” Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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The mind is our last fortress. Protect it.
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It’s frustrating when other person doesn’t want to open up and tries to keep his thoughts aside. Have dealt with it..
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