Unprepared
Screening the clouds,
in the sky,
bound to fall
as blue horror.
Used series of grief,
nothing happens,
only preparedness,
for the next
waters of shame
bound to flow
inside the veins.
Today, I decide
to walk under the sun,
darkness inside
falls
on the indomitable grasses.
Such is the truth.
There is no relief.
Masks prepared.
Unprepared stage.
Screening the clouds,
in the sky,
bound to fall
as blue horror.
Used series of grief,
nothing happens,
only preparedness,
for the next
waters of shame
bound to flow
inside the veins.
Today, I decide
to walk under the sun,
darkness inside
falls
on the indomitable grasses.
Such is the truth.
There is no relief.
Masks prepared.
Unprepared stage.
There
are many things that happen around us we don't understand. Screening or
otherwise, something that's bound to fall or flow will, no matter what. From
concerns to successes to failures to horrors, they come in masks...else how
does one understand something as beauty, right, correct which the other
doesn't. We resist what is clear, we resist what is natural... this is the best
I could do as explanation; the poem is bound to delve under confusion, even
with the Intelligent mind!
18 January 2015
18 January 2015
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