Written by Jacob Ibrag
The air stops flowing,
and here comes another dose of
reality in the form of heavy gravity
pounding you to the concrete floor.
Energy constantly seeping out of your
body’s pores. Try to rise from the grave
as countless dig you in deeper. You’ve
been here before, with a different face
and a different name. Deja Vu.
Photography by Fran Carneros
Wow! This is amazing 👌 I wrote poems similar to this, check it out (:
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I especially like the line, “You’ve been here before, with a different face,” but the whole poem is well done. Thank you for sharing your blog and thank you for reading mine.
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My blog is flashlight batteries – poetry and photography.
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That art was really something not sure why but it was captivating and disturbing at the same time.
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“reality in the form of heavy gravity
pounding you to the concrete floor”
I can relate to this, and especially these words. Well chosen and powerful.
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Thanks Brenda 🙂
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“You’ve been here before, with a different face and a different name.” So good. I always look forward to your posts. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks for reading Liv, means a lot 🙂
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Reblogged this on Mindfulness Living .
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wow! really cool blog 🙂
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Love the imagery
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Thanks 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Love this!
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Thanks 😀
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