I've been thinking too much
about silver linings
made with intricate lace
embroidered on ink-like silk.
I've been thinking too much
about unrefined diamonds
and their stress-fortified birthplace;
the curse of them and their ilk.
I've been thinking too much
about the death of stars,
twinkling madly in the final moments
before becoming voracious fiends.
I've been thinking too much
about the cage's bars;
how one has chosen
to be damned or redeemed.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry 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...
