Mists of memories condense on glassy eyes
Rivers of pain filled with sorrow's rain
Gathered fragments dropped with time's demise
are the indelible bane that the spirit does stain
In a storm ravaged soul, debris will remain
until tempest's cries are erased from the skies
Only with the dawn can one see again
metamorphosize, evaporating nocturnal lies
A bitter sacrifice to remove a bloodstain
One must sanitize, sins in disguise
A greedy god on new terrain
All fears exorcise and hope baptize
An emotional idiot now so wise
A healed brain considered insane
Here no physical law applies
Nothing that you gain can you retain
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Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2023 06:37
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Ohhh, it's all right for some folk metamorphosing! lol. Do shut up Orchi, says Fido - you dunno what you're on about! lol.
Yea Madam Butterfly for one. Thanks Orchi for the read.
Brilliant!
a worded utopia of introspection's ideal
('I am a victim of introspection'
Sylvia Plath)
so tread carefully, wise Poet
as you thread selfhood's insights
within imagination's, poetic
..sight
'All fears exorcise and hope baptize'
never forget, our Amygdala inheritance
is our salvation alarm, in this
dulling daily routine trappings
of repressed unease..
stay sharp
think wide
and let your perspective's scope
zoom-in,
only on that which you deem worthy
of your precious time, in this
our ephemeral lives...
Thanks L.B. wise advise indeed. I appreciate the read and taking your time to analyze this scribble.
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