Friction Of The FraughtA Poem by realmwriterDamaged and destroyed, disturbed and distraught, this is the friction of the fraught.
Dance in dark
Delight in days Revel in reality slipping slowly to the gray. Inky black comfort dripping into haze. Distraught in denial Damaged in disdain Remembered reason trembling in shadows to the grave. Nervous the edge of sanity sinking slowly below the brave. Cringe in quiet Crumble in cacophony Bask in benign indifference to the coming of the fray. Shape the broken mold into which is squeezed the clay. Form in function Friction in fruition Extrapolate from nothing what is real of what is fake. Drive doom through the heart wooden to the stake. Damaged and destroyed, disturbed and distraught, this is the friction of the fraught. © 2012 realmwriterReviews
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11 Reviews Added on August 4, 2012 Last Updated on August 4, 2012 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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