Blistered from the Heat of IntrospectionA Poem by Ben TaylorPrompt: Week One (Prompts an Reviews Group)There was once a chance I didn't take. The road bleeding with ebullience, I chose to forgo, Instead, suturing my rebellious heart Into my chest with strands Of reluctance. "Please say something.." I am lost for words, My dear. But not just for words; You overestimate me when you Assume my path is predetermined. Yes-- I am lost. The path I took with a semblance Of compliance Has led me away from the life I once imagined. Did I really miss my chance? "Yes." My copacetic conceptions for an eventuality Have been reduced to Darkness. The road ramified so many years ago, I can hardly recall The moment my feet Led me underground. But now, The subterranean walls Of my my ubiquitous sorrow Are enclosing with claustrophobic Surety. The option to repent, To turn back, Was exhausted many thoughts ago; I suck the dirt from beneath my nails, And attempt to reminisce.
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Added on May 3, 2011Last Updated on May 9, 2011 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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