Hollow Enigma

A Word a Past and an Ultimate Fear

I write in couplets an end-line rhyme
Not always on time nor an obvious relatable line

A force, a muscle that gives me pause
It is how I think, what gives my logic cause

It is my emotional lacking type of reasoning
Sometimes controlling as natural as breathing

It gives discipline echoes of a still breeze
Holds my shoulders down but not enough to seize

I don’t feel happy as other peers
Not sadness around corners arming fears

I become efficient to create a beneficial probable outcome
A hot fire starts but ends in embers sum

To protect my emotion an armor on my soul
Automatic and mechanic that avoids a tole

But a sword double-edged as always two sides
While the earth rotates absolutely as the tides

I find myself no different than before being on the stage
Never stopping but simply turning the page

I am not in pain not a wincing shudder
But to tell an emotion I cannot utter

But it only ends in an empty room with lights that flicker
Followed only by the voice of a single lonely Vicar

  • Author: Jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2022 05:12
  • Category: Reflection
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  • crypticbard

    Sends chills reading that.
    And couplets a fine hat.

    For rhyme or rap it’s good
    It’s rhythm’s well understood!

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