Seeing Through.
Propriety ending every aim,
stony-souled dogmas
seek easy adoption and often remain
chiselled in deeply.
Peering thru' drawn blinds clearer
we begin to see
wickedness merely a false sort of
tortured reaction
to ridiculed goodness which, once
derided, decides then
to harbour waves of sheer revenge.
Leaving behind the ugly word
"Should" we find
the truth in the notions of never
again to condemn others
as hat-less when
a blinding hood our own bent
head often covers.
Conscience awakes after subduing
judgmental traits of dictative views.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: December 27th, 2022 14:09
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Comments2
A fine write Fay.
some things you just can't get enough of .. that second stanza is one such thing .. x
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