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I wanted to write about ignorance, and this is how it turned out. The repetitive sounds are suppose to go with the knot metaphor, so when it is read out loud peoples tongues get tied in knots. Yeah
Anyways I really enjoyed writing it, although I wish I made a more consistent structure.
Tis my first work on this site - hope you enjoy :]

Submitted: March 21, 2008

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Submitted: March 21, 2008



It slides around the sleeping mind, pooling into thought

Or does it slither within the skull,

And then succumbs to rot?

Is it to be soulful?

Is it to be sought?

Or are some that seem to slink, only satisfied as knots?


A knot kept taut within the conscience

Slowly ticks a tack of error

For that we tremble and that we teeter

On the tiny brink of terror

It can’t be untied

It can’t be tighter

The tearing truth is a torrid fighter


For we know this worrisome knot, we know it sadly well

Our wary woes consume

And we are scared as hell

For within us we weakly wither, weather, and dwell

Upon this one thought - a wicked knot - unwelcomed, and withheld


But the falsity is within

our forbidden memory

Frequent and futile are our flighty attempts to flee

For some things are forever ever there

Never to forget, forever to flair

We unfortunately know it is the knot that is fair

For it unfavorably is fearsome truth

And our foolish hidings are the shameful proof


Proof of what the human mind hurriedly ignores

Hazy hurt and horrors we hatefully carefully horde

However never we hastily hear

Despite hollow hearts we know it is near

For here is the hellish horrible truth

We are that knowledge, we are the proof


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