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Help me blow a looking glass
These words are for the man in the glass
and others like him who feel as though
what they feel is being felt alone.
Meekness has imprisoned me from within
my soul's dwelling quarters.
Ooh, but please criticize...
if you see error, or else vital progress is lost.
Abilities lessened, not honed
from the crippling comfort of sedating doldrums
Life rots before it breaths it's last breath
when allowed to idle, what's the difference when life imitates death?
and others like him who feel as though
what they feel is being felt alone.
Meekness has imprisoned me from within
my soul's dwelling quarters.
Ooh, but please criticize...
if you see error, or else vital progress is lost.
Abilities lessened, not honed
from the crippling comfort of sedating doldrums
Life rots before it breaths it's last breath
when allowed to idle, what's the difference when life imitates death?
Published 6th Feb 2015
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6th Feb 2015 3:22am
6th Feb 2015 4:11am
6th Feb 2015 7:47am
Harry, and John, thank you for taking the time to read and respond to my poem. Haha Harry, I like to lean in that direction with writing when I can. Gloomy energy flows more naturally for me while I'm in creative moods. Totally John, I've somewhat recently adopted that passion as my own and I wish more people would as well in their own lives. Thank you again, both of for the responses, I appreciate it.
