Junt

Introverted Sage

They all laugh when they hear what you do.
Throwing their shoes.
You're a pity. You're a fool.
Fear of the New and the ruler of rules.
What's under the surface beginning to protrude.
Clutching their jewels in shallow pools.
Distorting the system conjecture was used.
Avarice subdued.
Now searching for clues.
Hidden the Pinnacles.
Sing the bluest of blues.

~Osian~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 28th, 2023 23:20
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 3
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    Brilliant!
    (Pyramid schemes as we profligate
    Pythagoras triangulating heritages
    legacy, entrenched in absurdity
    of ignorance fuelled, censorship
    foreshadowing future's
    we can never contain
    merely decimate with warhead
    fingerprints, on our happenstance
    ... this a now, lament
    in-step, with Time's unveiling
    of fear warped, reality
    a poetic dissection of society
    as dictum, commentary)

    • Introverted Sage

      Thank you!
      ..our sad state of reality.. Hoping for better days and better ways
      🪶Happy writing



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