Resisting The Repressing

Resisting The Repression Competition between a brother and sister Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger Ghostliness of a past love coming back like a harbinger Cosiness of a warmth so engrained it lasts throughout the winter Holiness of a man ordained with the essence of God in his little finger Warning all who sit in comfort to stretch out beyond their horizons Forming all the combinations but still required to sleep with the lights on Storming through the degradation of more arguments to be right on Mourning the loss of innocence as I’m forced to find a corner with which to fight from Objectification of a woman by a powerful CEO Rectification of a statement that would never have passed “go” Unification of a people who they never wanted to know Stupefaction of a system that is only there for show Culmination of a problem as we sit behind screens in isolation Rumination of a mind inclined to introspective observations Declaration of a manifesto by a twisted mass shooter caught before the devastation Aberration of the justice system as the innocent go without advocation Sociopolitical violence everywhere you hate to look Hypercritical eyes inside my silence as they analyse a new controversial book Parasitical environmental activists looking for the next media stunt to hook Neurotypical minds that are inclined to complain and then to sook Elimination of the pain that resides in each passing new moment Annotation of the grammar as I consider the next component Liberation of a race that has lived under the rule of a tyrant Consideration of all the elements predicting the next inquirement Lamentation of the time that’s passed while reluctantly convalescing Fragmentation of a life that’s lost while psychologically regressing Cancellation of a genius comedian speaking the truth just like confessing Aberration at this cultural shift as I I’ll be resisting all this repressing The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright