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Dec 06, 2019
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MYSTERY (December contest)
Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted blackness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry
To a world with beasty feats and icy claws
I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream
Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they
Faint and tire from exhaustion and this spear.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: "Untill you allow life to pass through you, you will not understand life" This poem stimulates the day by day hardship that people face in the name of hustle and struggle.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Chiori
5 years 6 months ago
Simon this is a true
Simon this is a true definition of life sometimes
Simon
5 years 6 months ago
Yes
Like I always say untill you allow life to pass through you, you will not understand life. For it's those who surfer can tell story.