Conflict

In dark, pulsing silence,
I feel my spirit wake,
Tendrils navigating the ether,
A keen taste for inconsistency,
A pawn in the atmosphere.

I won't hide when the truth comes out,
Behind the walls of glamor,
On the other side of fear
I won't submit to the formula;
Destructive in its' sense of peace.

This wakefulness speaks
Deep volumes within me,
Existence without denial;
Harmony within the cosmos,
And just in time for the uproar.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Very mysterious and surreal with a touch of reality in it. I love the imagery and flow of your poem. There is a deep beauty in what seems like a tinge of sadness within it as well. Great job!