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...Crescendo
By SolApathy
Into the chaos of a poem that doesn't quite
rhyme
Well beyond the syllables of what little time we have
A desire to make the pieces always fit
Broken as they are
Will we ever admit defeat?
Even as the sun can never peak past
This darkness my shadow has cast-- long
Marooned in quagmires of sandstone melodies
Foreshadowed in our essence
I am failure’s crescendo
Waves of epileptic beauty
Surge upon a shore
Stealing the sands of my memories
Finality of my abscessed being exposed
I become the very darkness I abhor
Life has settled in καιρÏŒς symmetry
I know it is time for me to no longer be
...10 minute write to thank Skye for the comment on my last poem...
Well beyond the syllables of what little time we have
A desire to make the pieces always fit
Broken as they are
Will we ever admit defeat?
Even as the sun can never peak past
This darkness my shadow has cast-- long
Marooned in quagmires of sandstone melodies
Foreshadowed in our essence
I am failure’s crescendo
Waves of epileptic beauty
Surge upon a shore
Stealing the sands of my memories
Finality of my abscessed being exposed
I become the very darkness I abhor
Life has settled in καιρÏŒς symmetry
I know it is time for me to no longer be
...10 minute write to thank Skye for the comment on my last poem...
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, September 5, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Even as the last syllable fails to ignite the rhyme--I find my dark writing...SublimeComments on "...Crescendo "
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On Friday, September 7, 2018, Dilated View
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wrote:
Every word here seemed to belong with none wasted. I especially enjoyed "I am failure’s crescendo Waves of epileptic beauty Surge upon a shore Stealing the sands of my memories" Interesting read, thank you for sharing :)
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