Poem -
Conflict
Like 3 Pin it 2Bereft of a moral compass,
Crass voices, a malignant tirade,
Cottonmouth midst a rumpus,
Shelter and wilt, yet unafraid.Numb to a chorus of spew,
Eschew demons in wait,
Surreal musing askew,
Dreamscape in a state of spate.Aplomb and poise in derelict,
Vanquished breath is certain,
Inevitable, wanton afflict,
I will fight before my final curtain.Β
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Comments
Hello Simon,Β
I think this is my first read of your work. I was pulled in right from the first line. such a well worded poem
sometimes we can be so switchedΒ off to the carnage we throw up out of our mouths. Your visuals were so strong in this piece. Cleverly woven lines that impact the reader, causing much reflection on the depressive state of mindΒ
Brilliant :) GwenΒ
Your too kind, thank you so much for your feedback it's greatly appreciated. πΒ
Wow! I love the way you write your poetry. The emotion weaves its way through these words and leaves its readers thinking WOW! It is wonderful to see you posting again. I hope that you and yours are well. Great to see you back my friend x
Your far too kind, thank you.Β I hope you be writing again soon, my confidence was really knocked and put me off for a while but seeing comments such as this makes me want to write again. βΒ
I am sorry to hear your confidence took a knock. You write excellent poetry, as far as I am concerned you do anyway. You really do. Get back here writing again π x