Emotions are staunched
in the piercing silent gray
that hums with the rythmatic beat
of life undercurrent.
Gray, and two peeking eyes
that remain closed
for the threat that an opening
might bring an overflow
not of tears, neither blood
but the whole of a life
that refuses to meld with the gray
and let the world be hush
with empty blank.
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Posting more from my pool of unposted for tragicallyGifted.
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Woah
One word: INCREDIBLE.
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Again, you are wrong. Can you really not see how well you flow concepts together?
"Emotions are staunched
in the piercing silent gray
that hums with the rythmatic beat
of life undercurrent." <-- That sets the whole poem up.
Do you know how brilliant these lines were:
"refuses to meld with the gray
and let the world be hush
with empty blank."
Makes me think of a couple things. One being death. The slipping into it. The other, being opened to new thought. The 'gray area' as they call it.
Ironically, thought-provoking.
=p to you
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