Every Thought Denied Existence

Every thought denied existence

Lingers long in realms of rue

Just as truths untold persist

Subconsciously in shades imbued

To our known ideal of self

We struggle in estranged subdue

What is shown through what is held

Is often not revealed eschewed

On this fickle precipice

Lie all expressions fraught with fear

Hanging on the impetus

Of what impressions wrest our peers

If our minds are left to excess

Overburdened, undermined

Ever will impending duress

Govern what things we may find

Still, with stubborn heads relentless

Silencing the heart’s desire

Suffer as these false intentions

Surface surfeit of our ire

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You write with a experience pen. Making the reader feel and understand the thoughts shared.
"If our minds are left to excess
Overburdened, undermined
Ever will impending duress
Govern what things we may find"
The above lines left the reader with questions. Who govern our life? Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote