Scorches of betrayal at our hands, at our feet,
cleansing our impurity only serves the deceit.
Grasped by twisted vines of irony and decay,
we writhe within a spiral cloud of doom and dismay.
Trailing stems choke our reason and pierce our belief
with thorns of our own design and of our grief.
The velocity at which we defeat our desires
adds to the perpetuation of mythmakers and liars.
False tears go unheard and soon the dam breaks,
a lake of sorrow overflows exuding the fakes.
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Your moving poem reminded me of a poem that I wrote but never posted, I feel safe to post it here.
Etched in history’s twisted tales
Penned by the victors, the truth
Lies buried under lies.
Nevertheless it’s in plain sight,
Societies’ legacy is destruction.
No tongue can tell
The road to hell
Was pre-planned knowingly.
Upon the world’s gravestone
Nature wrote:
Thanks to the bankers,
There is nothing left to torture.
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Well, all I can say is:
GET IT PUBISHED> You never know who might be watching, and if we don’t bother then that makes less people with a voice to make a difference.
and, thank you for reading!
And, most important, it is very creative and indepth writing. Beautiful.
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Fantastic rhyming! 😊
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Thanks syd, this is very, very, very old now. I tidied it up some, given that we do evolve over time. Glad you liked it.
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Yes I agree. I can see how I’ve improved a little over time. Maybe I’ll go over some of my old ones and tinker with them! Loved it! 😊
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It is quite fun sometimes, seeing how we thought then, and differently and using what we have since learned. I have a ton of crap in my folders lol. And thanks, syd for the interest, I am always spoiled by it.
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