- Non-Erotic Poetry
- conformity
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The detestation in my blood
– The fury in my core
There’s a feeling of barrenness.
Take my rage take my existence
And grant me rule of it.
Place me in a state that I contour until
The fury in my core escapes once more.
Where went fidelity?
Where is conformity?
Every ounce of my blood is being isolated
Where it goes I don’t recognize.
Have the evil inside me and eliminate it
Or provide me power to nurture it.
Forces listen to my plea,
Listen to my entreaty
Grant me the supremacy,
Grant me judgment.
Place me in a state that I contour until
The fury in my core escapes once more.
Isolation is the only other option, of which I have,
Grant me strength to avoid this seclusion
And place me once more on unyielding soil.
For with this flow of blood yet again
I will endeavour to preserve my understanding.
Have the evil inside me and eliminate it
Or provide me power to nurture it.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoMuch discussion of conformity and other evils; what to control, what to unleash, decisions, decisions...
