Imprecise ImpressionsA Poem by thissensibilityTrust me, you don’t want to know The thought that just flew through my head A game of quid pro quo with the status quo This cache of nostalgia makes my dread drop dead I keep craving for resolution “Who am I”, I keep dissecting As I find my path to retribution “Who are they”, I keep suspecting The axioms out there symbolize a double meaning Whilst I tend to some faith healing; I wonder with a sense of unfeeling I scuffle in dismay if my acumen turns out cliché My shadow feels subhuman displaying a form of decay People often explicate that they don’t judge I jest intermittently when I see them grudge Cynicism and sentimentality color my thinking quite a bit A bit of skepticism, a bit of rationality makes it easy enough to take a hit The wise guy always says “Look the world straight in the eye” My mind keeps wondering why... “An eye for eye turns the whole world blind” © 2014 thissensibility |
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Added on July 14, 2014 Last Updated on July 14, 2014 AuthorthissensibilityState College, PAAboutToo limited to write something. Too unlimited to start somewhere. Not #thissensibility about life. #thissensibility about thoughts. My thoughts. #Welcome more..Writing
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