Introversion; my palisade
Disarmed by rejection,
Hardened by remorse.
Eyes widen in red light:
The world has left me
To emptily occupy space
I’m what’s left, weak;
America
Allow me my thoughts:
A recovery from a
Disease. Incurable;
Uncured
Stir the lifeless tongue
With ideas like music
For nobody’s ears
But mine
Invisibility; my blessing
Relieved by anonymity,
Preserved by disuse.
Ecstasy from separation;
I alone lack captivity
When strength resides
In containment, immured:
And I can see blue light
What did you think
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There are some interesting ideas in this poem. I rather like the phrases which balance words...
Relieved by anonymity,
Preserved by disuse
... and the oxymoronic...
A recovery from a
Disease. Incurable;
Uncured
You have a young style, a little bit enamoured of verbosity, but also some strength.
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There are some really interesting thoughts here. Your words seem to speak to society, with a personal reflection. Interesting vocabulary too.
Ecstasy from separation. I liked that line a lot.
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