I dream dreary a world of inconsistencies.
They bleed like ink on paper, as I think
of every circumstance of my reticence
the consequence drenches my sense
with worry I can't seem to blend behind
a rather simple form or rhyme,
because it's so unsettling,
and so I ask you pray to me
the secret words you are ashamed,
and look at me as though the same,
because I look at you as me
unwilling to pass judgment.
I feel the same so do not fear,
I pray only- you now I'm here.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
