Strangers in the Sun Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

We’re all here,

Like strangers in the sun.

It’s time to run.

Hypnotic is the storm

That rages within.

Clouded with the haze

oF days in the daze

Gone by and by and by.

Rolling streams of waves

Penetrate the stem

That plants itself deep

In the marvelous mind.

I am not at all blind,

Nor am I left behind

The blockade of insanity.

Standing in death sublime,

The overload maximum,

There’s no need to rhyme.

Reason is within the grasp

Of a poisonous asp.

“Ouch!”

I scream with rasp!

Comments +

sorenbarrett September 29th, 2024 07:03
Contradictions no need to rhyme in rhyme a fun read that gives pause to thought as well
Tristan Robert Lange September 29th, 2024 22:59
Indeed. It's awesome you noticed that! Thank you so much! I am glad it resonated with you!

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