The Bewildering Travels To Ennui
By Abberant
Piece by piece-
My arms burdened me
Too heavy to lift,
But they move slightly
And just enough-
To cut 'ambilevous'
Ties-
Piece-by-piece,
It regrows.
And I'm besieging inside-
'Pretending'
Because it's the pretense that counts,
I tell my feet
While covered in mud
So I wouldn't see them--
I couldn't feel them,
Piece by piece
They erode and I question-
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Copyright 2017 Abberant
Published on Thursday, April 20, 2017.
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On Monday, May 8, 2017, Maladroit
(198) wrote:
This resonates in ways I just wish it wouldn't. Nonetheless, I am thankful to have it articulated
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On Thursday, April 27, 2017, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Reminds me a bit of Monty Python's Black Knight at the bridge, Ab. Dispossessing oneself of those extra appendages to attain the desired state of functionality in the darkness. Perfect!. Cheers my friend! - Dan
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On Friday, April 21, 2017, The lost and the found
(22) wrote:
Thanks for this powerfull write. Very strong, thank you for sharing.