The system kills
a dream run, when
you went for a dignified
retreat.
Manipulated beyond
the moonseeds and frigid tears.
You don't want to
relive the epilogues, sleeping
to edge.
When the terra cotta
lamp fails, light weeps for the earth,
and unseen hands.
When inequality threatens,
would you still remain
my gripping shadow?
Ah, it is the breach
which shatters me. I wanted
my right to strike at clouds.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2021 22:11
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
such emotive words, worded to engage and search with deliberate intent, nudging
your self-questioning thought's into our dulled moments, enticing
us to take a second, and while considering the maze that is your poem, discover
answers to our labyrinthic perspective of self-worth..
who dares to stare at that winking moon, when its moonlight glares and bares our shadowed thought's, aside our fearful dreams: within our inadequacy's, tears..
a great write!
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