Lost RefrainA Poem by SazakuI feel this yearning once again... to gently, deftly cause the tides to bend. But my efforts are crushed before they can ever begin. Black screen. Credits roll. Farewell. Amen. Sealed shut, this beaten-down creativity. Usher in the new wave of monochrome variety! Take your pick of our fine, ephemeral vanity... to venture beyond the lines is blasphemy. Too heavy is the hand that sewed the seeds of the vines that dragged me to my knees. Tasks I once did effortlessly have been consumed by this twisted flower, disease. But against the grain I grind my pen, chipping off the veneer of my reticence til the scorching light of exigence demands I start to crawl again. Unable to contain these echoing thoughts from bursting through these cages wrought of shadows coalesced from chances lost and all the chaos my heart's been taught. So as the blood drips off this crumpled page, pooling on the boards of my shuttered stage, I dip my quill in these silent remains and scratch out the words of their lost refrain.
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2 Reviews Added on March 10, 2017 Last Updated on March 10, 2017 AuthorSazakuKYAboutWords in chiseled stone bear truths I can't bear to share. But I fear I must. ------------------------------------------------ I'm just a student pretending to be a writer, pretending to be a .. more..Writing
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