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As Para Poem
People surround me but inside I stand in solitude.
I have slowly become victim to the sickness parade
giving it way to ravage my passion and spirit.
Despair clutches my soul tightly in her hand creating a continuum of
anguish and relentless torture. My vices allow her to slumber,
but soon she wakes refreshed with the energy of a young fawn on an
early spring day. Once again, she assumes her post. The cycle never
ceases. The pain once seized by her tight grip has, over time,
grown numb being replaced by a disturbing sensation of awareness.
A constant reminder that she is always there. She has become my
companion and threatens the idea of giving my attention to another.
Invitation and chance tap on the door and as they enter they are
slowly devoured by the tainted blood that dwells here.
Some make their way out with haste, dripping in crimson through
the carnage that she will never let heal. The less fortunate find
themselves on a longer journey, traversing a path abundant with
fractures and fissures that inhabit what was once solid ground.
Initially, excitement ensues as the path is an adventurous challenge,
but in the end, they too will eventually find exodus as reality reveals
the once fertile ground is now too hard to penetrate.
They are spat out and taken away like flowing rivers emptying into
the sea, never to return.
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As Para Poem
Born into light and innocence, possessing a heart with an endless capacity to love, my appetite for life was abundant.
Anchored in purity and virtuousness, hopes and dreams blossomed in my young mind lending to the idea of an auspicious future.
Goodness, kindness, and peace soared all around in my blue sky like the majestic eagle.
Love so profound for life, my tender heart had deep anguish for anything in foul circumstance as if it were my own experience and I had an appetency to comfort those suffering.
Was my young truth a lie?
Darkness masks the light and innocence has become corrupt and atrocious allowing dread to replace my former vitality. What has gone awry?
I cannot find assuage from the pain and suffering caused by years of the sickness parade. My once open heart has turned to stone allowing nothing to penetrate its lifeless surface.
Purity and virtuousness do not exist in my new world and a lifetime of shattered hearts, emotional damage and scars have bound my mind to accept this existence.
The allure once felt for my young truth, as I understood it, has faded into the darkness.
Cynicism, disparagement and doubt now swarm my dismal gray sky like filthy flies feeding on a rotting carcass.
Love for life is now rationed and my calcified heart pains for little. Please absolve me from this mental prison.
Is my adult truth a lie?
10/19/2019
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