Dilemma.
The fantasy-bubble of pseudo hope
misinformly excited shines
for a while before bursting with bloat.
Sham swallows gall as pretend morphs
into stress- beaded self defeat
showing dilemma succeeds any false.
Crushed by addictive distrust tension
starts growth of delusion where
blindness sees only its own largesse.
Faint souls who yield to inertia's mesh
may wallow in doubt yet inside
weep for sight of life's truly authentic.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2020 03:52
- Comment from author about the poem: The powerful image aroused in my mind a need to write about inertia........... hope you see the poem's meaning.
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Comments4
Beautifully worded Fay, and I agree with you, it is a dilemma, especially under the current circumstances.
Hope that you are keeping well in the continuing madness.
Ben.
Grateful thanks Ben for your supportive comment - - and yes our present dilemma fits the bill nicely for this little tirade about inertia. I am keeping well thank you dear friend.
this days offering is a fine example of how well, astute and knowingly you wield your pen...
You do me proud as they say in these 'ere parts of Cornwall and I thank you as always more than enormously.............x
My word, that's gurt innit...…… x
A fine write Fay.
Very good write Fay, finding the truth in these days certainly is a dilemma.
Andy
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