idlingA Poem by joshua deathdealer04/2013
I am making the most with what I have been given
Oh the desolation I have seen The perfection The tragedy I move unseen Creeping behind the pillars that hold the perceptible in place The lies painted in front of me My in-gestation waters out around me Continuing this conquest beyond my control There are moments I want to break free Letting go of this constriction tightening my chest Stepping out of the synthetic stronghold containing me But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to stay To sit idle and fade with the sheep in silence To crumble to dust, without a prayer Without a name © 2013 joshua deathdealerAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on December 7, 2013Last Updated on December 7, 2013 Authorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more.. |

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