Poetry

Remained

Written by Jacob Ibrag

We remained still, fingers intertwined within

the midst of our manifested madness. Letting go meant

the collapse of our young planet. And on the last leg of our

last day, we let go and delivered the inevitable eventuality.

Time is a faceless assassin and we were next on its list.


Photography by Paolo Raeli

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12 comments on “Remained

  1. Great one, Jacob ūüôā

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  2. Damn Jacob! “Time is a faceless assassin and we were next on its list.” sizzled in my brain.

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  3. Very timely (see what I did there?) sentiments for me right now…

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  5. Absolutely….amazing

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  6. Great piece. You’re work is some of my very favorite. You’re very talented!

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  7. Thank you ūüôā

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