shrug off this dis-ease
Understand the tilt,
the tension within this frame,
The way the dis-ease
flickers like a dying flame.
I’ll shrug the weight of it,
the 'how' and the 'why,'
If you’ll just be the metric
that doesn't tell a lie.
Don't ask for a confession
or a fevered plea,
Just watch the blazer settle—
and finally see me.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2026 05:29
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Comments2
This poem seems bright casting off the outer and showing the inner self. Nicely written Cryptic
Thank you, Soren. The outside can fade and change too much 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic indeed it can
Great work!
Thanks so much, Katie B🙏🏻🕊️
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