A poem I put together two or so years back. This will be the only piece I have up for a while, something of a trial run posting my work before I go "all in", assuming I do at all.
Flitfull visions cross a red hued sky
Always present, never clear
Speaking tongues that none might know
are hidden meanings we all adhere
Slaves are all from dawn to dusk
to put an end to entropic rule
find your place, make your way
to succumb to misery makes you fool.
All so crossed as amethyst affirms
weary from the machines restraint
all I seek, a place to rest
for mornings light abhors the faint.
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