Poetry

Core

Written by Jacob Ibrag

And the violins got violent, asking for

me to remain silent. ‘Why mess with with our flow,

please pick up your things and let us go.’ From the pit of

my stomach, to the core in my bones. I walk towards

my opposite, my opponent and best friend.


Photo by Igor Starkov


Over the years Eyes + Words has turned into a wonderful budding family of over fifteen thousand people across all platforms. It’s surreal and humbling to know that the art of poetry and story is alive and thriving. That being said, I hope that the creation of the Eyes + Words Writers Group serves as a vehicle and launch pad to help and support writers and the aspiring ones to keep manifesting words that many out there are searching for everyday. So go on and contribute, lets elevate together. Everyone is encouraged to share their experiences with anything involving writing.

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1 comment on “Core

  1. Boo, an walk towards, the blackness of night..

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