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
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
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Good write Tom, but I got lost over its meaning.
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" 🙂
your talent shines through, unmistakeably
thanks for choosing to share, dear poet
Thank you, I appreciate it immensely
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