Eviscerating Solidity

Tussled speculations of many; acknowledgment and wondering- what could they be? Scarring looks of plenty, ushering forth the foremost thought- it is very obviously me.
Reasoning for the numbness, the lack of present graces, causing unsettling silent statements, within disconcerting stares- sorrowful looks etched on dismal faces, taxed heavily so upon sickening glares.
Wounded distance, solidified construction- one could never afford to grasp; yet guarded seemingly, with the strength of a stone. Pleasantry, joy- now eviscerating and becoming greater than vast- adjacency noticeably flourishing, division's presence is shown.
Wording intentionally unspoken, silence too maddening to bear- bondage slowly broken, harboring propaganda less than sinister, being all that remains to share.
Plaguing curiosity surrounding, this which is so difficult to mask; questioning power over this being, forcing equivalency of opting a knee- nonresident, is wishful thinking- the disposing of this chilly past- darkness of what resides, now conclusively, is none other than me.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

A really solid prose write. One suggestion, a larger font would be a tad easier to read, especially in this format. Or maybe I am just old:)

[Kate H]

Old??? I doubt that somehow. After all, one is only as old as they feel. Yeah? Thank you for your suggestion, as I'm most certain that you're not the only individual who could be having the same issue with the size of the font. *Heard and appreciatively noted. :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very intersting write...Thank you for sharing...:)..................

[Kate H]

Thank you very much. Subliminal message within this one, indeed....

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)..................