#5

Tom Wood

Breathe into me your love of color

Foolish trap, now on black hands and knees

An atonement that is not much smaller-

than the lies whispered in the chilling breeze

 

Uttering words that the sprites reciprocate

Foolish beasts, now circle me with white dark

Shedding my color, drop by dop; au fait-

with the predisposed and present patriarch

 

I've prayed and converted to this scale

Foolish me, a pleasure to them, I'm sure

Fill my lungs with vantablack ink, exhale-

white; metal flavor, you twisted epicure

 

Breathing sounds a sense of relief in my lungs

Foolish monk, I alone have the gift of tongues

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2021 23:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write Tom, but I got lost over its meaning.

    • Tom Wood

      Thank you, Orchidee! To me, it represents giving in to societal norms or listening to rumours when one knows the truth, as well as the self-reflection during the process. It's represented by the constant comparison of black and white and repeated use of the word "foolish" 🙂

    • L. B. Mek

      your talent shines through, unmistakeably
      thanks for choosing to share, dear poet

      • Tom Wood

        Thank you, I appreciate it immensely



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