He visits the consciousness the
Conscience of the Listener
the
A tear a withheld sigh
A glint of recognition
Arrows striking hearts
elicit .. ..
Feeling like a Catcher with a wry disdain for one~uppence
persecution
Holding up a child I save You
but another passes by many passing by one another
over the edge
Darkening on the Focus
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Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
sad, that i see myself in this inked murky waters
then again my conceit has me being reflected
in almost every poem I read
what a shallow, existence
to be present
everywhere, but never
settled anywhere
a needy existence, maybe
even a wasted, existence..
oh well
'we are, what
we will, become
we can but strive
till we witness
our outcomes...'
one more sigh, forgotten
thoughts
of left-over lunches, gripped
as threadbare, lifelines
and so, onwards
we move
in-Hope
knowing, this too
shall pass
soon enough
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