Maybe Me


  • Angst

    Maybe Me

    My advancement secedes without persuasion to the immobility that defines me.
    The reality of the remembered yet embellished ecstacy stings.
    Tumultous waves beg me to return to the tumultous storm of welcomed self pity and dignified focus.
    Defeated but still victorious battles boast the outcome that is myself.
    But the frontier questions my self proclaimed passion and the wounds that have yet to heal.

    My dusk mirrors my dawn.

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    kenparme commented on Maybe Me


    I like this one alot it is a good description of what makes us-us.Nice work.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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