Anger in Serendipity
Anger In Serendipity
Anger, in a fit of strained desperation
Hurt emotions piling up the lacerations
The involuntary hands of invisible souls
Calling out in agony for reassuring roles
To wipe away the misery and smoothen
The aggravated surface within my barren
In utterance of silent whispers for an eternity
In longed contentment and beloved serenity
These bloomed blossoms of last spring
Emerged anew to reiterate my bleak being
And revisit the utterance of the season again
And play with the innocent tolerances in vain
Summon, if I may, with assertive reminiscence
What I was promised was to make any sense
And could I be wrong again in my clouded lens
To expect a promise to be relived in moments
I stand hereby to explore the shower of infinity
I pledge, I’d be still, and await my serendipity
Comments
You're a unique poet, with an interesting style and, most importantly - - very expressive.
I see you've lived in many interesting places, too. Of course, I'm a native Texan, back here here now for many years, after a lengthy time lived in the Mid-west; so we've some locations in common, as well as poetry!
Thank you for the follow and fan mail, too! I appreciate what you said!
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Thanks very much Faith, I truly appreciate it.
Very interesting and intense.
Voted up ++ and shared
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