Poem -
Far Side of Complacency
Vile hints of violence.
Dull lips breed silence.
I’m not lost.
I’m under control.
I don’t know where my mind has been.
So cruel within, I’m wearing thin.
Acetaminophen.
Tear through the line’s end.
Only vacancy.
All that they can see.
The far side of complacency.
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A vicious contortionist once said...." I'd rather die than give you control!"...... perception can be riddled!? ? ..♥....know what I mean brother poet!!?..... Hell, you've already hung out the 'Vacancy Sign' ~ and I'm just 'some guy'....... the ever-question is survival!!...... and you've got a 'room for rent'...... this is a VERY compelling write!!...... delivered by the hand of a true seeker!!......ALL STARS!!...... well done KEVYN!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✳✴♥???
interesting poem linda j wright