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
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments7
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 ππ»ποΈ
You are most welcome Cryptic indeed it can
Great work!
Thanks so much, Katie Bππ»ποΈ
Good write A.
Thanks O
My friend, this really hit me hard. Thereβs such exhaustion and restraint woven through this...like someone carrying the weight of being misread for far too long. The ending especially lands with quiet force. Powerful piece, arqios. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Coats off!ποΈππ»
Dis-ease with a hyphen. A blazer for armor. A metric instead of a miracle. You're not asking to be fixed. You're asking to be measured honestly. Got it. Clearly written.
Thank you most assuredly, Salvia πποΈ
Fine words Rik, we all need to be seen in our true light.
Andy
Thanks Andy, that is real sight right thereπποΈ
"A confession, or a fevered plea, " neither worked for me! Grace sure does take its time (still waiting?!), yet It knows exactly when to make an entrance....οΌ©guess. Great write, Arqios.
Grace is essential! Thanks, MπποΈ
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