Voices of Élan vitalA Poem by OtherWorldWoman
Voices, tender and callous
in silence, shouting These people of the world The ones that I shamefully discriminate Lurking in my eyes an evil It fills me with fear self-hatred, stupefaction An imposter and a shred of my being who has always been This is not child's play In such youth this matter was clustered Into small Innocent outbursts It is now but a reverie, that quaint little child Lost in time Altruism, mixed with heavy breaths It is the me I desire So wildly A poseur And a part of me whom I cannot banish she sits there arms crossed, stern and resilient projecting a filthy smirk I don't recognize those eyes. Allow me to be free of fury Slimy, spreading diseased I desire So wildly To be, in whole fragility over clenched fist and stiff spine If only to permeate the peace I feel If only to soften the misery of those voices, tender of those voices, sharp... © 2011 OtherWorldWomanFeatured Review
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