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all is yet to come (version 2) (Free verse) by brazen
huddled in storage by forgotten dreams
innocence drops from Atlas's grip
as lofty men push on openly
compromising chronic tragedies
for a bitter taste of reality.
dawn to dusk to dawn is time
spent wasted inside a mind
capable of nothing more, perhaps at best
of a diatribe against its' thoughts
and provocation of the demons deep
or persecution of the humanity it keeps.
so sitting in reflection
leaves me with much to lose
seems impossible to glance ahead
when my eyes are scrutinizing
trapped in a gaze behind me.
a momentary lapse of reason
coupled to subconscious treason
a poetic justice greets my thoughts
the depravity spoken, perhaps sought
now spent resting nearly alone
silence preys upon my drums
with bedlam dwelling behind my eyes.
Berlin has nothing on me!
representing freedom, perhaps sovereignty
walls broken down by folklore
Mjollnir now bashing my skull
crushing the thin line between
all the things i show as me
and all the things i dread to be
crawling steadfast and clearly
from the depths of insanity.
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