uncage the notion
formulate formation
fastidious fallacies foment
appraisal, reprisal
questions that leave scar tissue
stitches pulled by rotting
teeth
armored in sacrilege
it was the power to be
I have come to believe
that was the ruin of me
pity party on roller skates
fresh loves and stalemates
ambiguous, amoral
ostentatious libations
crumbling from the
center
cavernous collapse
bursting synapse
impulsive indecision
excruciating retrovision
to go back
to go back
to go back…
the only way is forward
or down
under, underneath moist
quiet dark
home to the nameless
ending in the return
fostering selfish
and self-righteous
inquisition
I need to know
I want to know
how to go on
when the path
ahead
is to be walked
maimed
and in agony
of scarlet missteps
so many parts
torn from me
littered
in the thorns
beside the road
already tread
so little left to gather
and push
North
when I desire
to lay down
and close these tired eyes
hum along to the song
of the river
Oh, I know I am fading
like the failing light
of the long day
Amen
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thank you Aurora
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Those last three lines slayed me.
This reads like a beautiful hymn almost.
Definitely classical sounding (a good thing).
On another note, I hope you never fade in terms of sharing your beautiful work with us.
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Thank you Candice 🙏
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Loved this. You’re rocking lately.
Plus, your pictures remind me of a redhead who broke my heart. lol
Good stuff.
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Thanks Ward 🙌
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Breathtaking
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thank you!
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“Pity party on roller skates.” Damn, dude. ❤
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Thanks Kindra ❤
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Absolutely. You’re awesome.
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So are you!!!
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Thank you! ✌
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