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...Stoic Interlude
By SolApathy
Stoic as time
I feel the drought of water within my vines
Leaves crumbled
Subdued to the dust of winter’s lust
Buried under a snow—Cold
Roots of my being no longer retain feeling
This is my inner being
From without
You would believe I am stout as a river’s pace
Smile cemented on this unfeeling face
Within this cesspool of twisted feeling
Trapped with no hope of ever dreaming
Where are you to set me free
Return the warmth that was once…Me
I feel the drought of water within my vines
Leaves crumbled
Subdued to the dust of winter’s lust
Buried under a snow—Cold
Roots of my being no longer retain feeling
This is my inner being
From without
You would believe I am stout as a river’s pace
Smile cemented on this unfeeling face
Within this cesspool of twisted feeling
Trapped with no hope of ever dreaming
Where are you to set me free
Return the warmth that was once…Me
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, November 26, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
In the passage of time I have lost the happiness that was once...Mine.Awards
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On Saturday, September 29, 2018, SolApathy
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wrote:
Thank you to whomever voted this poem for POTD. I appreciate the honor
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A former member wrote:
I do believe that you are a stout of mind and heart man, and this World can't beat you. I won't let it. Time is indeed stoic, and unfortunately, it waits for no man or woman or child. You dazzle me always, dearest. Rebs:).
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On Monday, November 27, 2017, Drea
(1443) wrote:
Still the Alchemist....
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On Sunday, November 26, 2017, Anna McCarra
(382) wrote:
Rumi says the wound is the place where the Light enters you. Hell...I'm just gonna be a big ball of light when this is all over. Love the poem...a heartfelt five-minute write.
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