Lessons abound, all around
being enveloped by the
sound.
The voice of
remorse
has no recourse
and is rendered
hoarse, dysfunctional, inconsequential.
All the while
dutifully searching, sifting
finding
polish, luster, mustering
the
fortitude, sense of purpose, courage
required to forage
through the charred wreckage
of
disaffected egoes.
Beholdened to that
which controls you, but…
Freedom beckons, the reckoning in 5… 4… 3… 2…
The silence, solace…
Questions deafen,
the discovery
of
the immutable obstacle
irrefutable
in its puissance
but common sense
reveals
YOU.
As the
fuel, foil
and
architect of your demise.
Recognizing that the
time
has arrived.
For the opening
of our eyes
to the fact
that we were
hypnotized.
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Amazing. The shape of the poem is even more fantastic because of its movement and flow.
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Do you really so Marra? I really appreciate that. I was concerned that it was mirroring my other pieces too closely.
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No I think it’s great. And sometimes your pieces are allowed to be similar if they still manage to give different things sometimes. I love the way you approach your poetry it’s specific but it’s limitless to me because it’s so easy to play around with
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You humble me, I truly appreciate it Marra.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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BEAUTIFUL! This is lovely. Thank you for sharing!
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