Outrank sullen shrapnel,
pining for a scar.
Sentinel waves that flux,
perk up to seize the czar.
Intwined within a fragmented silhouette,
I grapple the steel-plated mind’s tar.
“THERE!”
A finite burst of optimism coated me.
The thinner the layers—
the higher the bar.
Two-tone feelings, from past and present,
shake up and shatter my head’s tenets,
while medics get working on my penance.
“FAITH!”
The touch down commences.
From angels comes angles
never witnessed.
The breadth of thirst,
for desire’s syringes,
no longer lasts a day.
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Author:
Duran Mazzana (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2025 14:37
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Comments2
This poem speaks with power of violence and healing. Well worded
A powerful write the devastation of violence to the beginning of the healing process, enjoyed the read
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