Finish before starting departing the core
Neither defeat nor denial can value civil war
The scent of salt water two miles from shore
Smells exactly the same as the last time before
Glimmers of sapphire soft spots by the eye
Have colors twist and insist to love their lie
False answers to nothing the truths a bit dry
Quiz, question and quarrel what moral proves why?
The car on foggy roads needs two hands to steer
Disaster rolls faster, slowly switch gear
Of all rides to attend the end approaches near
Faint of the taint this small fraction of fear
Ink black and paper white intertwine in a mix
Laugh at two pounds of gooey bright bricks
Similarities with time among tocks and tics
Strange thing about time how or why it should fix
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Author:
Rob (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2012 00:23
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Fascinating, it takes my imagination off into the countryside, careening along the road fringed by open fields and blue sky with dilemmas ruining the ride; dunno why it conjures that up, but interestingly it did. Loaded with awesome imagery, it seems almost a kaleidoscope of images intriguingly hinting at the main issue, which is internal trouble. I really like it. Flows nicely too. Sweet.
That's a very nice comment. It's about a mental episode. I know a bit about them so I thought I could describe what it's like without giving it away just like that in the poem. Glad you liked it. I always appreciate others opinions on poetry.
Excellent covert means of telling the tale of devilish misery as art knows so well how to do. Thanks for the hint. I like this piece. Interesting it created the images I expressed, eh?
Yes, I think you can interpret imagery and the symbolyim in the poem well. Thank you for commenting. I appreciate it.
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