Crumbled, crumpled
Ensnared by emotion
Crushed by devotion
Trapped 'tween tumbling facts
And farce frantic fiction
Now this marble and
Shards of glass
Penetrate my leaping chest
Where I lay at rest
Encased in the I and Me
And Me and I
Self confessed to never die
In these dull lifeless colours
That only our Earth Mothers
With the nurture of a thousand
Natures.
You'd be surprised at what
Power lives within a kiss
When you’re Thanatos
With a Deathwish
And dusty palms
Holding wizened old charms
To the light of your
Emerald Eyes
To that which lies above
In the colder blue skies
That offer only love
To you...
Author notes
If you're worldly enough you'll be able to see the Freudian and Meadian referencing in here to the self and subconscious. My self Saboteur poem 
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Brilliant
Completely without flaw. This surpasses anything I could hope to write. From flow to lexicon this is a perfect poem. A thrill to read and anyone that has anything less than positive to say about this, is either jealous or ignorant.
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