Shallow Shells. Khaled Elasmar Bankstown, NSW At the end, When you stand nowhere, In your room, In the noman's land of love, You feel lost, angry and impatient, You don't want to leave, Yet you don't want to stay, words become weapons in your interaction,

Shallow Shells.

Khaled Elasmar
Bankstown, NSW

At the end,
When you stand nowhere,
In your room,
In the noman's land of love,
You feel lost, angry and impatient,
You don't want to leave,
Yet you don't want to stay, words become weapons in your interaction, any utterances lead you to more despair and disarray. The more you say I love you the less you feel it.
Love in distance is like a half eaten apple, a half split moon, a broken galaxy and million of light years separate your shores, yet like a dying bright star, its light still shines through, beaming relentless memories of joyfull times, but all is an illusion and a mirage, but ours was a mirage of sorts, I couldn't hand you my heart fully, and you didn't reach mine deep down, you couldn't reach the mountaintops of unconditional loving.

All I can say,
Love is blind
Love is blind, pitiful and spiteful.
Love is laced with lacerated souls and bodies.

We are shamelessly shallow shells of our past selves, so trapped and dugged in our trenches in the noman's land of love.