It’s quiet inside this world of no surprises.
Here, your capital is worthless,
We deal in honeyed conversation; and
A benevolence your debauched mind cannot fathom.
Here, I never find myself startled,
Wringing my hands with excessive worry; or
Strangling my heart with needless lament.
Here, devoid of aneurysms and equivocators,
Lungs do not succumb to desperate need; and
Fingers never seek what feet wish eyes to find.
No, here, lips speak please,
Thoughtful action begets gratitude; and
A smile is the longest the word.
Love is given freely, not bought nor sold,
Your life is yours; and
You will never have to face fear alone.
Open your eyes, please, so that you might see outside,
The world has stopped; and
Humanity as you know it has ceased to exist.
It’s quiet inside this world of no surprises.
is it broken?
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Love it. The combination (at least as percieved by me) of hope and defeat, wishing and resignation, is lovely. Not to mention the eloquence of this.
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Why thank you so much. That was a contrast, yes, and I am glad you enjoyed reading this. For me it's almost a personal wish. The words there all are true, however, I am on the opposite side of the little world I posted. I hope one day maybe, I will be inside.
Again, thanks! Much appreciated.
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