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Roiling, thick black tar
Stews and bubbles,
Its bitter taste cloying
And flavoring the last days.
The crone of condemnation
Plots with the ogre of outrage.
Now the once-elusive victory
Falls within their gnarled reach.
The tender heir of bliss and
Delight is the target of their
Design and savage glee.
And I allow it.
The glumps of mucid poison
Pour forth, leaching and stifling.
The light muddies and
My air extinguishes.
The murk of apathy,
Leaves me entombed,
Still and cold. What matter
That end or this?
Stews and bubbles,
Its bitter taste cloying
And flavoring the last days.
The crone of condemnation
Plots with the ogre of outrage.
Now the once-elusive victory
Falls within their gnarled reach.
The tender heir of bliss and
Delight is the target of their
Design and savage glee.
And I allow it.
The glumps of mucid poison
Pour forth, leaching and stifling.
The light muddies and
My air extinguishes.
The murk of apathy,
Leaves me entombed,
Still and cold. What matter
That end or this?
Published 13th Sep 2012
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13th Sep 2012 9:55am
13th Sep 2012 10:00am
13th Sep 2012 10:12am
It's strange how we allow such things, intentionally or unintentionally, we still do at times.
A thought provoking great piece Atakti.
A thought provoking great piece Atakti.
13th Sep 2012 10:33am
Thanks, Magdalena. I think it's important to realise that we do allow it, as a first step.
13th Sep 2012 2:13pm
13th Sep 2012 6:35pm
Nikkimoe, thank you for your comment. I don't know where it came from, this one (written this morning in a big rush) - I just re-read it, and I agree, it's intense! lol
