Veridical ManA Poem by PeteIf the condition of things which we were made for is not yet, what were any reality which we can substitute? We will not be shipwrecked on a vain reality. - ThoreauPhoto by Randy Jacob on Unsplash tired of running weary of hiding never dressing the real part a car with a dead battery that can never start one hundred dimensions in a 3D world half-mast, dictatorial flag that's never fully unfurled hear the spinning, vinyl static of my outdated, never-ending song doorbells aren't the only things that go ding dong blocked cell tower wilted orchid flower parallel hands flipping me off at the cimmerian, midnight hour pen the crooked truth with a squalid, pigeon's plume i'll erase the doubts amplifying your unavailing shouts never able to exit from dizzying, frivolous roundabouts smash the mirror examine the consternation of a sonnetary, broken shard look at me look at me long and hard see me for who i truly am skewed perception uncool, window blowing fan an angry, ugly, lonely, unwanted, faithful, despised, misunderstood, reflective veridical man © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 12, 2023 Last Updated on January 12, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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