Hindered by a heavy heart
From hallowed hearth and home.
Separate from all soul and space,
Toward sentiment I roam.
Do I manifest madness
Inside this mawkish mood?
Am I in praise of people?
Or puppets I produce?
Frankly I find I'm friendless,
Frozen from foe and fold,
Too tight I hold to fondness,
At least that's what I'm told.
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Author:
Quemis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ... This is a poem that goes with this composite I made of the same name. I have been making composites for 15 years with photoshop. You can see a quick edit of this one's process here: https://www.tiktok.com/@quemisthrowspotions
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