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You can declare me strong,
lift mine spirit higher than skyline prolonged...
till stars are gone,
though - one promise's - like most I bend at knees,
with every chance silence gives appease,
What would those comprehend about the multi-sided
chokehold?
blank staring into scenic cold,
Whose soul did my hands get ahold?
Hope wherever mine has gone...
went far away to grander home;
emotional clutter all over the place,
starting to unrecognize the once benevolent face,
mirror harboring truth mixed with dashes of disarray;
enclosed underneath glass case,
envision portraying heart to disengage,
Was one meant to ever dig a way to escape?
Still carry belief in dreams visiting -
cemented walls bear youthful wishes foisting through squeezing,
intake gestures glistening,
maybe bargain again to whom may be listening,
beg higher powers... return even fraction of departed core
to reface & riveting;
surely would be eager ripping out inner inhibiting,
hurdle off this doomed path crippling,
Just want to witness once more, night bursting of lights
twinkling.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...
