Marooned

A gibberish poem by glassEyed

I am made of gibberish

Gibberish cells

Gibberish tissues

Gibberish particles

Gibberish ideas

Gibberish tastes;

It began with me breathing in gibberish,

The way one drinks in reality –

Hesitantly, hesitantly,

Inevitably.

Now I have been named gibberish names

Clothed in gibberish drapes

I speak a gibberish tongue

Draw gibberish on my palms.

See they say to leave you gotta get lost

So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –

Willingly, willingly,

Inevitably.

Marooned in a world of symmetry,

Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers

Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –

Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence

The way gibberish exists in my existence,

(Seeping through all the pores of my being)

But somehow the world says is non-existent.

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Credits: ‘Marooned by glassEyed is an entry for the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018  © glassEyed 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with glassEyed’s blessing and permission. | “Gibberish” is a derivative work made of images under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.

 

Author: Haunting Angel

[Fiction writer] Armed with a background in performing arts, I aim to entertain or maybe inspire you with my love for storytelling. No matter who you are or what age you are, these are stories that you can laugh, cry, and have a good time with. Come on and join in the fun!

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