Adam Kinsley Poet Free verse

Se-Pa-Ra-Ted Se-Co-Nds

The hordes of defection await
Obscurity indulges their silence
Abruptly, I am lost within my own recollection
Feverishly trying other hearts

My brain seizes its choler
It bathes in the solace of grief
Disgruntled, I await ambition
Deciphering each notion, towards alienation

The separated seconds loathe me
I fall between my somber thoughts
Deserted, my will vexes me
As I tumble into oblivion

I am at a loss of words and will--
This silence drifts into my mind
I conjure a pool of empathy
[Pretending that I am no different]

My demons bathe under my skin
For, my heart is their tyrant--
I am persecuted by my vacant will
With-held from my embittered perception...

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Lyric Man July 3, 2018 at 7:59 AM Adam, you have written an introspective gem! Adam Kinsley July 3, 2018 at 1:48 PM Thank you. All of my work is either calling attention to the self, or to [characteristics of] society. I am glad that you liked it, and I hope you check out some of my other stuff.