somewhere
in this reality
laced
in cryptic subtlty
past the
private cruelties
caused by
insecurity
quiet tensions
seethe
such that some
can hardly breathe
in a moment
of tragedy
could one try to
thread the 'we'
'round a thing so
unsteady
or might you
fold it up
and leave
til a bleeding
seizing
freezing
fear
dropped
a tear
and he couldn't
hear
to believe me
no he couldn't
hear
to relieve me
he couldn't
hear
just how sincere
the worlds of a fool
could be.
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I think I prefer your non-rhyming poetry to your rhyming poetry, though if this were done in a Poetry Slam format (i.e. a performance medium), I might take my opinion back. :-)
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