Diffused
The apex of delivery, a sign of hope
confuse not with abundance, with false scope
the errant chamber, lived to envelope
akin contrition, covets trait's develop!
Not having tried concession, lives on might,
a growing apparatus causing flight,
the bully, mediocrity, takes sight
away from undivided truth's recite!
Diffused resolve, a merit in my plight
ne'er so ~ the wrath of kingdom's would incite
to honor justice, one last fling's invite
could take my life, my honing, all my fight!
And so my courage take ~
my message . . . save from trite!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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