Manipulative, malevolent, mystified
Inevitably inverting our introspection
Waning away collected calculation
Like calcified cancer;
Contouring colors of passions
Which fasten franticly to oblique reactions
As fantasied antics
Crafted daintily in packets,
Jacketing the tactlessness behind the fanatics.
Hopelessly happy, helplessly harrowed.
Mania.
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Author:
Unobtrusive Sun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one was written before my last post, Encroachment, and you may notice a few repetitious words since Encroachment was all scribbled in a whim not ling after writing this. Mania is far more personal to me and is near to my heart.
- Category: Reflection
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