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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Assailed and held prisoner in my bedroom, I fret Wondering why mad blood seized my head Inserting an undue threat Concealed in the seal of the thread Running through a bevy of thoughts Silly at best, folly at worst Waltzing in my bliss boats in tail coats As thoughts tumble and fumble at first Interrogating motives Banging my head against wintry walls In ludicrous locomotives That sprinkle flowers from the cantakerous calls Whose ringtones break the silence In the mind in turmoil over expired oil Flowing and rowing with persistence In tandem with foot soldiers who toil To smuggle my remains from the siege In which flak flies North, East and West Aiming to smother the last reputation privilege To which I cling as best as I can in a test Where frayed nerves hardly endure As crumbling knock knees plead For Archangel Michael to ensure I supplant the wanton weed That nailed my proclivities into the conundrum I confront face to face To the beat of a drowsy drum Whose cadence faints in the distance with a tame trace To awaken the conscience in my forsaken shell Lost in a tangle of spangles Striving to dispatch my soul to a sinner’s cell When Jesus dangles triumph triangles Dragging my spent soul from the pit of despair In which I couldn’t by my bootstraps Pull myself to repair the glare and flare Almost extinguished in wraps Silken in appearance, earthen in substance Woven to imperfection as gates of hope snap open A twenty one gun salute roars to announce My redemption to the dribble and scribble of an indelible pen.
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