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That thin reprieve
Seldom do they
Yet when they do
always should be grasped
Like some champion on the podium
Fist raised triumphant
a second shot at this game they call life
From the summit of all experience
Past ground littered with shedded skin
traumas sleeves
Blasé guy using pain as currencies
got to pay to play
From the bottle to the needle
to everything in between
If you like when it hurts
then let it burn?
When all gets said done and passed out
Remember
Impermanence is to a rut
what a detour is to a roundabout
Published 8th Jun 2024
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11th Jun 2024 4:41am
That I had not discovered your profile sooner, sir, is itself a crime for which you have my sincerest apologies. I hope to acquit and dually enrich myself by way of engaging further with your published body of work. My work has something more of an impressionist quality to it-yours is light and airy in a sense; your means of conveying subtextual meaning with far less chaff than my work is unequivocally admirable in a manner I've yet to encounter from others that adhere to stylistic convention on this site. (i.e. implementation of rhyming, stanza structure, meter)
In Kind Regards, Write On
-Alois
In Kind Regards, Write On
-Alois
11th Jun 2024 6:11pm
