Lukas Ficklin Poet Pantoum

My Mourning

I wither away writhing with protest 
As I toss the option to liquidate my hate 
Paralyzed more often than just depressed 
A language not meant to nimbly translate

As I toss the option to liquidate my hate 
The richest pain begins to harvest
A language not meant to nimbly translate 
While vile sadness rapes my inner sadist

The richest pain begins to harvest
Shrouded deeply in my darkest trait
While vile sadness rapes my inner sadist	
Leaving it baron in its rawest state

Shrouded deeply in my darkest trait
Numbness freezes my flow of interest
Leaving it baron in its rawest state
Casual indifference is delivered unbiased

Numbness freezes my flow of interest
Prompting my defunct deflated gait
Casual indifference is delivered unbiased
When calloused logic educates the debate

Prompting my defunct deflated gait
Paralyzed more often than just depressed
When calloused logic educates the debate
I wither away writhing with protest


--4/10/2017--
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Afzal Nusker July 31, 2017 at 10:53 PM Pantoum is a tough form to handle but I see you have done an impeccable job here. Lukas Ficklin August 3, 2017 at 11:26 AM Thank you Afzal for taking the time in my library :) I appreciate all of your kind words and look forward to reading your collection!

Emile Pinet April 10, 2017 at 7:22 PM A somber poem that speaks volumes about the mind set of the author, aware of his surroundings and yet, lost in thought and self contemplation. Emile. Lukas Ficklin April 11, 2017 at 9:49 AM Thx Emile :)

Elizabeth Kinch April 10, 2017 at 1:37 AM Absolutely brilliant, great write Lukas. Lukas Ficklin April 10, 2017 at 9:33 AM Thank you :) I look forward to reading some of your library.