Finding purpose in nonsenseA Poem by MattWheatusA good (but sceptical) friend of mine told me poetry was "nonsense" - this is an ironic riposte...Narcissists with their own image beholden Observing self reflections and admiring the echo Nonsense realities they have created in vain Smoke deployed in front of the mirrors of onlookers Endless mazes guarding the approach to the façade Nobody shall reach the inner circle within Stacking decks of cards into elaborate houses Equal in strength to pillars of salt and sand at the tide © 2010 MattWheatusAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2010Last Updated on January 26, 2010 AuthorMattWheatusGuildford, Surrey, United KingdomAboutBritish Boy, 28 years old. I'm on the corporate ladder by day, looking for a creative outlet (and constructive feedback) by night! Depending on my mood my words tend to swing from uplifting to depress.. more..Writing
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