a glimpse of a soul
headed on a deceptive journey to truth
veritas, daughter of justice
mother of virtue
encouraging acts of selflessness
shamefully turn the other cheek
traipsing down the path of 'what ifs' and 'should haves'
coulda. woulda. shoulda.
the skeleton of your world comes crashing down
vestiges of a once majestic conviction
fragments of imagination
strewn haphazardly across the floorboards of your reality
lacking the capacity to thrive beyond consequence
you sit there, stoically
eyes fixed yet glazed over with a defeat triumphant
"yes. no. or wait."
love, a two way street to equivocation or decisiveness
incessant heartbeats in a litany of delirium
blockaded by ambiguity and lack of surety
hanging on the mantle of judgment
anticipating the descent to your point-of-no-return
all the while, heart and mind working wildly
to comprehend the incomprehensible
never settling, never compromising.
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Gosh, I love the sounds of this poem. I'd totally want to read this at an open mic session ahah. You don't even need fancy words to make the poem special or unique.
"love, a two way street to equivocation or decisiveness"
I like.
Ooo, I know where your "yes. no. or wait" reference came from... I believe. ;)
if you thought i was referencing nez, then you are correct :)
I love your word choice for this piece. :D
Nice metaphors here, too:
"the skeleton of your world comes crashing down
vestiges of a once majestic conviction
fragments of imagination
strewn haphazardly across the floorboards of your reality"
I like those lines a lot.
Keep it UP!!
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