afternoon nap, by carl scharwath

Depression napping
Silence falls on the roof
And the stars soon fall
In a kaleidoscope

Talking to me
From another dimension
Like a silhouette
On standby

A metaphysical poetic
Star sphere
So beautiful
I had to close my eyes

Time to rid myself
Of thought possessions
On the extinction
Of modern man.

Carl Scharwath, has appeared globally with 170+ journals selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, plays or art photography (His photography was featured on the cover of 7 journals.) Two poetry books ‘Journey To Become Forgotten’ (Kind of a Hurricane Press).and ‘Abandoned’ (ScarsTv) have been published. His first photography book was recently published by Praxis. Carl is the art editor for Minute Magazine, a competitive runner and 2nd degree black- belt in Taekwondo.

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