I won't let go.
He's going to have to use that spear.
Lord!
I believed,
I sang,
I flew,
I resisted.
I drew in the water
waning to melt,
like the torrent
flowing—it forks
and decides—.
I let myself be seen:
the ephemerality of being,
the real delirium.
My name doesn't matter,
yes, my purpose!
They weigh on the golden scales
my heart,
the twelve,
under my arm, the book.
They will say.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Turning a blind eye, I recount the Pole's travels.
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Comments6
This poem reaches deep and in it I see standing for what one is may result in being trodden under foot of (progress?) A thought provoking piece
In context, I must have spent three hours alone with thoughts of self-harm. I can't tell you much about its significance. Thank you for reading and sharing your kind words; they are very comforting. Best regards.
Interesting poem and thanx for the favorites. And you are never alone.
It's so kind of you to take the time to stop by and read. Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. Best regards.
No problem.
A very deep write, they say without pain there is no gain but I beg to differ with that opinion, if every time we tried to push forward someone treads you down by the throat, the pain you end up feeling is self inflicted and there is no gain in that, nicely expressed write, wishing you all the best
Thank you so much for stopping by. Your words of encouragement are very comforting, and your feedback enlightens us with wisdom. Thank you again. Best regards.
You are very welcome
Love it
I'm so glad it's like that. Thank you so much for stopping by. Best regards.
You're welcome
Haunting and powerful poem, my friend. I could feel the pain in it. Well done. 👏🌹
Wow, I'm glad you connected like that. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your words of support. Best regards.
You are most welcome, dear friend.
resistance under attack - i find this poem has deep meanings..
good read
Well, I'm so glad you did. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your words of encouragement. Glad you enjoyed it. Best regards!
always glad to appreciate a good work. have a lovely day
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