Each day anew I fancy gains
while shrugging on these comfy chains
which help restrain what fight remains
but shining facets dazzle more
than any labored metaphor
a novice blade could underscore.
Beneath a sky as gray as I
myopic misconceptions ply
their tawdry veils before my eye
with livid shades that slowly scar
the fleeting gift to see afar
beyond this overwrought bazaar.
Are You Reading Me?
Your skill in utlizing, in meshing content and rhyme, merits my utter respect for and appreciation of your poetry. ^_^ I especially adored the third and fourth stanzas of this piece. Ingenious.
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