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Erosion by Megha Sood

The nakedness of this moment

the silence—

deeply nestled in the crevices

of this deep nothingness

I can hear and pretend not to like it

but it comes and goes

strikes at my rapt attention

like a grey colored pigeon in the square

pecking at food

ready to take flight at the thinness of the sound

petrified of its survival

I stand here bereft of the emotion

like the air losing its moisture—

the eternal soul of a cloud;

like a rainless chunk of vapor

broken and crumbled into pieces

roaming with a dejected look

a vagabond wandering from place to place

a stray dog at the mercy

of the people of the town

an unwelcome guest.

Loss is a personal thing

it takes chunks out of your soul

like the angry river from the land touching its shores

I’m losing myself to the time

slowly but surely

the erosion is taking place.

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing member at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar and contributing poetry editor at Ariel Chart. Her 300+ works have been featured in Adelaide, Fourth and Sycamore, Foliate Oak, KOAN, Visitant Lit, Quail Bell, Dime show review, Nightingale and Sparrow, etc. Works featured/upcoming in 20 other anthologies by the US, Australian and Canadian Press. Two-time state level winner of the NAMI NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019. National level poetry finalist in Poetry Matters Prize 2019. She blogs at

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