and who can turn off the terrible
ever so deafening radio channels
when the consuming silence is unbearable?
and how shall a person attempt, get better,
if, no matter the remedies and cure,
their body rejects it, the latter?
and how are they to escape, run or walk,
if their feet are uneasy and restless
yet bound by clanking chains and walls?
and who will, better than the other,
understand the desperate weeping ill,
the doctor or a mother?
how can a person come back to life, okay,
if every stab was supposedly the last-
after blood doesnt flow their way?
if the deprived ill know only one cure,
they wont accept the other hollow methods
nor will they claim them "pure."
the same source of harm and fatality
can be the only driving force on a
person, their only free gravity
in the form of a salvation, a savior-
in the form of sprinkles of salt,
disguised as sugar in flavor.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
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(In the form of a salvation, a savior- in the form of sprinkles of salt disguised as sugar in flavor.) one of the best lines of the day. As I read this I could tell that the author has a future as a poet. For your age it has as much promise as I have ever seen. A most lovely poem with great wordsmanship, buildup and an absolutely smashing finish. Brilliant! My congratulations
thank you really haha i appreciate more than i could express
That is just an absolutely wonderful write, with some great lines, enjoyed the read
thank you truly
You are very welcome
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