Fake my words with an exclamation
Fake my friends with a smiley face
My disguise is an inclination
No one’s ever gonna solve this case
Drop me in a hole of a shallow coffin
Leave me all alone in this vast terrain
Weather just erodes to leave me forgotten
Water down my soul with torrential rains
© GaratheDen
© HeartOfBabel
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 16th, 2021 09:07
- Category: Reflection
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Babel, this has such good rhythm to it. It feels almost like a song, though I'm having a hard time placing it with a genre. Great foundation, I'd love to hear more!
If I am being honest, it was written in more of a song-like fashion, so I am glad to read that that was something more apparent to you.
We would probably have to just play it safe and call it “indie” for now!
Appreciate you taking the time to comment.
your words, remind me loud and clear
why it is we deem it essential, to share our experience of life
with each other,
otherwise, we'd all be swallowed up early, in that brooding menace
we keep regressed and tamed,
that:
'.. hole of a shallow coffin
.. all alone in this vast terrain'
where
'.. disguise is an inclination'
(thanks for sharing, dear Poet
another sobering, yet important read
in my humble opinion)
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