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A poem about the tension we place on ourselves when we try to be civilized and play by the rules we subscribe to, but which we instinctively resent or resist.


Submitted:Apr 20, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Dawning
What messy creatures we humans are,
Inviting trouble,
leaving doors ajar,
Circling sinful pleasures,
on ever tightening cords
Testing trembling possibilities,
As we wait for reluctant dawn.
And yet we hide so carefully,
behind barriers we've drawn,
Protected, unwillingly,
by words that we have sworn,
Following dishonest hearts,
as our life's guiding card,
A compass spinning wildly,
step beyond your wards and marks if you dare.




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