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The Poet Against the Muse

Poetry By: CRoberts

I would like to think that all will interpret this differently. There is a background behind it, but I feel it inappropriate to divulge further. I hope that readers can relate, or at least be intrigued by it.

Submitted:Nov 14, 2012    Reads: 41    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

Feet floating on, the mind was left aside,

Moments past had ripped from him his clarity.

Sterilised insanity, thoughts to be denied

Forcing the lock of untouched mentality.

Time ceases not, despite wills imposing demand.

With constant rhythm but no direction,

materialisation of self is commanded

to sound of trampling, upon good intention.

'Commandeer ones future', such a quote rings clear

in the milieu of sleepless exhaustion.

Self infliction of purpose, inflicting fear

at the crossroad now reached, void of direction.

Abhorrence in a gruelling competition

with sensations unknown except in slumber

Intermission of sense, thoughts form fruition.

'Step off the knife edge, cleaving life asunder'.

Mendacity, comprising indecision

and clarity as hand glides over bottle.

Tap's piercing song breaks through the torn incision

That rests on minds choice as conscience is throttled

Perplexed at the minds endeavour to be cleared

Encompassing a myriad of forged words.

Sobriety denied, whiskey domineers

The moment that forces the choices, unheard.


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