[3rd place at TPC Annual Awards 2020;
adjudged on the basis of poems 00 to 08]
"Relearning and revival,
Visions and revisions.
No more ephemeral, forever eternal."
Evolution does not occur overnight.
It occurs one mistake and one epiph...
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My remedy is unreachable, it's painful.
Nonchalantly I walk into the doctor's, Gently tapping the sides of my head to ease the pain, Sharp as a knife, it hurts, but is bearable.
My thoughts ride the merry go round, Teasing me as they swing past in circles, My pupils, wide and awake, Pain shoots through me and pierces my senses.
And there he sits, in all his beauty, A man of honour, holding the key, The remedy, not in his hands, I raise my eyebrows. He holds it in himself. And then he tempts me, To try to buy the remedy.
I hurriedly look into my purse, The contents in a disarray, Bundles of notes about to be felt by the fingertips, And then he speaks.
He asks me to look into my soul.
And oh, oh no, Oh yes, what did I know, The purse is insignificant, And then when I look into my soul, All the parts appear in tainted blotches, My soul seems to have nothing to offer.
I can't afford it, Oh, I can't buy it.
My soul does not comply with me, When I wish to buy his love, With what my soul can offer.
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