Clouds churn wildly
blocking the fateful sun.
We seek the silver lining
only to be blinded.
Sightless yet smiling
conflict invisible, gone.
No longer pining.
Firmly close minded.
Hopelessly optimistic;
negativity can't subsist.
Walking through a raining world
with an oblivious grin.
Tragically simplistic,
naively persisting
when fingers are curled.
Flesh tattered from the pins.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
