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?
1 comment:
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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