No more though I pine, may I rip from breast and thought
This blind obedience to kind that claims all that is naught
What tranche belies and thus survives divided from the whole
Ere natures heart must thus depart from customary roles
As fleeting breaths do evanesce in splintered harmony
Bids archeus farewell to dwell in brief obscurity
What balm may stem the march of time, what plea redeems the day
Who dares conspire and thus oppose the gyre of Sedens way
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Author:
Rhan Sterling Henry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I feel there should be some bit of commentary here. The poem is about expectations or more directly those that would inflict them upon others. Though expectations are a ghastly form of coercive abuse, they only posses the power we choose to lend them. Chasing these elusive constructs only leads one to grief for having spent so much productive time chasing the unobtainable. Those that give life to these travesties rarely if ever reflect upon their offense. As Joshua correctly surmised "The only winning choice is not to play." I'll close with this advice, "The best people to surround yourself with are not those that are better than you, but the peoples that make you better than you were."
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Comments1
Nicely composed this poem is classic in its style and wording. A wonderful write and fave
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