Closeted Confusion
His fate was obscure like broken crystal.
The shore of shards carved his existence,
ambiguous like the grim sky's thunder.
No more does the loving lark sing,
for the sinister caws of the crows swell.
Sand like snakes slither to the sea.
Piercing—bleeding from tearful terror.
The man advances to the tide:
confused, dazed, puzzled.
Unveiling its tears, the sky still rumbles,
to conceal the charm of true love's absence.
Amid the clouds, the moon shines through;
the beach reflecting its ghastly glow.
A gusting breeze chilled his freezing thoughts,
leaving him senseless and numb.
What was there to do?
Hope, integrity, and optimism ceased to exist,
like a dampened paint brush stroking across the ocean.
Amidst the horizon, an island lay—full of life.
© 2009, Brandon Robert.
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Currently, at age 22, Brandon attends school with an English major with emphasis in Creative Writing and a Music Minor in Central, NJ. Born and raised in the central hub of Jersey, he has been encompassed with many different walks of life and, of course, stories. To his full advantage, this is what he portrays and links through his craft: to inspire others is his aim. To realize that everyday people share a story, a history, a theme that should be heard. He feels that his writing is that device in which to do so. He has a collection of poetry, songs, and is also wrapping up a novel. In other times, he can be seen performing/reading his works in various open mics in NYC and NJ. If you wish to know about future events, see, or hear more, his contact info is as follows: [email protected] www.facebook.com/BranRobwrites www.twitter.com/BranRobwrites www.branrobwrites.wordpress.com
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