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Diplomatic Crisis

I claim a diplomatic immunity
to life's laws

I pretend nothing; I am myself,
standing small

I fake everything
I'm unsure of

I claim to be free
yet find these shackles slip
unnoticed around my fate

I pretend these three;
I don't hear the sound of distant drums
I don't freeze in the warmth of the night
I don't miss you

I fake surprise that I am alone...
and that I contradict myself so often.

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  • Seasinger gold member
    July 30

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    What a great opening.

    diplomatic immunity to life's laws

    I like that concept!

    You have constructed this poem very well, and your closing line is great too.  Best of luck in the contest.


  • Topaze gold member
    July 26
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    Very nicely done
    My best wishes.