The Pink That Surrounds YouA Poem by Derek StreidlFrom "Tales of the Golden Age"Insulation is a figment of what is just more fables, tales
they spew What is it worth to search for a light bulb in the darkness? Vanished as it was conjured, in a spark So now here I am left without a thought Aimlessly scribing the aches I have been given and brought
upon myself The net to cushion my fall flutters without restraint When shall come the day to see the Iron Gates? Down in the water in which Achilles was dipped Gripped around my ankles, so my heels may be bared To the eye of the world, my softness for your use Perplexing are the words of a mind that wanders Yet unknown as to why by I, they saunter Cutting the crowd with my blade of tongue Each man, each woman, knows why they have come They have taught me, as I hope to teach them Bliss is real, unlike insulation © 2015 Derek Streidl |
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Added on April 16, 2015 Last Updated on April 16, 2015 Tags: insulation, fake happy, dreary, hate the world, people are useless, sad, happy, lessons Author
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