A new road with vague tasks.
To relish its hidden glory
I gotta bask.
Welcoming its similarity
to a rubik's cube
Is what they lack.
So I did the incredulous,
And got my arms wide open.
While they have theirs closed,
Stampled by a rack.
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They have their heads
Soaked in the masters' game
With neither guilt nor shame
Whilst I no longer rather be
at the legs or at the body
Losing all the ropes of my dreams
Experiencing apathy
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoesiaTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
