THE NUMBNESS ACCOMPANYING THE BITTER CHILL
THE HOLLOWNESS OF SWALLOWING AN EMPTY TRUTH
STRUGGLING WITH A FOE WHICH REFUSES TO REVEAL
ITSELF
STRENGTHENING A TIE, A COMPOSITION OF WITHERED
FIBRE,
AND BROKEN LINKS, IN THAT OLD RUSTED CHAIN
THE DEAD LEAVES DANCING WITH THE COLD WINDS
A CELEBRATION OF FREEDOM, OR A SORDID IMITATION
OF THE PAST?
THE SCREECHING PROGRESS OF SOLITARY EXISTENCE
PAINFULLY CONFINED, PAINFULLY SUCCEEDED
BY AN ILLUSION OF MONOTONY
AND WELL PREDICTED HIERARCHY
OF EVENTS ENDEAVOURING TO CONTINUE
AN INHERITED ADDICITON, TO IMAGINED SUPERIORITY
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2 comments:
meaningful.....really deep, soul-searching stuff......gawd dis is gud!!!! wish u happiness fer d future brother.....even if it means fewer write-ups :-)
u knw i think every poet would probably have one of these 'pain' poems.....thot it wud b cliched ...after i read the name... but its not.,..really good actually.
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