you must do more than simply exist.
contentment is a disillusion
which has expanded over the disheartened
and transfixed the trembling souls,
sweeping them up in it's turmoil
complacency has darkened our joy.
wrecked havoc on our delights,
seeking to destroy what is,
and what can be.
with this loss of insight,
we slowly step out of our light
to welcome in the night, who is filled
with our childish fears and
irrational nightmares
invited into our lives, ensnaring us
in its foul play and contradicting opinions.
and I tremble, lest my fear be seen
for what it truly is, hidden behind a mask,
of confidence and assurance.
a mask that is devoted to keeping
the true demons at bay
but sometimes that fear, of haphazard vagrancy
creeps upon me, stealing into my heart.
to set up its everlasting home.
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A contest entry
- The Phobic Rounds [auditions] by Kiss the girl--x.
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i need some help, just identify if this is coherent and cohesive, plus any comments. thanks
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no sorry
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Superb Plus +
Aye, for me it is quite coherent; cohesive and makes a great deal of sense, just as it is. You've expressed your ideas quite clearly. Thanks for sharing a challenging write about human psychology.
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WOW
This is amazing. I love the way you write!!!
The message that you are saying is good and I can totally relate.
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I struggled with reading this poem of yours. The lack of punctuation and the way you used your line breaks made it a difficult read.
Having said that, I think you managed to get your points across well and used some great words within.
Is amazing what a little punctuation can do to a poem.
Great job
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