Fragments of a Fractured World
A Poem by Faraz Parvez
The oceans cough up plastic lungs,
their breath choked by forgotten bottles,
by nets that never sleep,
by the memory of fish that once leaped skyward.
Skyscrapers rise, mirrors of ambition,
but below, the streets crack open—
hunger, rage, empty hands
pressed against the glass of progress.
Somewhere, a forest curls into itself,
a map burning at the edges,
rivers running thin as whispers,
the sky, a bruise of smog and silence.
The clocks keep ticking,
but time is a torn cloth, unraveling—
who will sew it back before the last thread snaps?
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