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Chalice of a Selfish Heart
Blinded by a carousel of fragmented glistening glass
An image of self, pieced together by my own hands unworth,
Each jagged shard cuts deep the chalice of a selfish heart
'Til blood, like words, curdle in the bowels of my own thoughts,
A faceless demere dissects the contents I lavishly once did court.
We are all unseen gladiators in a sphere within a sphere,
A pantheon of inspiring poets pitted in a fools Coliseum
To do battle 'til the last drop of bloodied ink has been spilt,
To kneel unvictorious, lay our slain quill at your waiting feet,
The unknowing unseen all pervading cheer at Man's defeat.
The slowing spokes reveal reflecting snapshots of my failures
As brittle segments flounder in a sea of undesired certainties,
From frolicking foolishly in the arms of the sweetheart I once loved
To sleepwalking in solitude on the banks for the lost souls and insane
Until you have walked in my shoes I cannot burden you with my pain.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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