Eardrum Bully

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Rat a tat tat of the keyboard stroke

Created: August 18,2018

Submitted: July 29, 2018

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 Safely locked inside,

my modern genius is drowned in a sea of solitude.

 

I ask the fate of my author who was making some noise,

what is my best chance for immortality,

when I only have parting words of further conversation.

 

I need to find a resolve

if I just keep picking at it

it's only going to get

bigger.

 

Across from me a constant movement

of what they find convenient,

probably, change their opinion

because it has been met

with some contradiction.

 

If I moved to petition the system,

dictating what my heart find repulsive

and ungracious

I would only be received with I am failure,

I am not your failure,

now.

 

Their is no rebounding energy of reciprocation

in sterile conditions,

where they insert and increase with conviction

their imagination, deceased.

 

I corroborate with myself

on stories just to prove it;

I am not alone,

living this quietly.

 

 


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