It's not to the point of breaking...
Just bending a bit...
Not to the point of shaking..
Just quaking where we sit..
Not everything is all black and white.
Life's not sensible and logical.
It's always this uphill fight.
It a bullet that's not dodgeable..
Racing against yourself just to be alright.
Trying to make something of the mess you are today..
Taking turns that are too tight.
Sometimes we say stuff like "yea I'm ok."
When really? We're all torn up, but cover it with smiles.
Like a pretty picture had an ugly backstory?
Taking things by step by step? No, by miles..
We're stuck in a rock quarry!
Lost in that logical ocean of confusion.
Dulled down to the drains..
Left with nothing so we're losing...
And we gain nothing but more pain.
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Author:
Eclisse 🌙 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2023 01:12
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
such a young poetic voice
yet wise enough to realise
equality, begins
when actioning our ideal
in that most subtle of ways
like 'black before, white'
a sentence
to showcase that equal status
of poignant choice
undo, with one keyboard stroke
history's
systemic, warping intensions...
'Not everything is all black and white.'
indeed!!!
(I bow to your superior talent, dear Poet)
thank you!
I'm happy you enjoyed this piece
What a wonderful poem! I like the rhyming infused with wisdom and strength.
Thank you so much ^•^
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