Member Rara Avis
Once I get more time, I'll get to commenting on other poetry, because I realize that posting your own is only half of it, if not less. But until then, here's a poem I wrote on lunch break today.
-stay inside the lines, girl-
Slow fingers of isolation
Clamp in fists of recognition,
Pounding against the mind's expansion
Feeling lost resolution.
Eyes are empty with confusion,
Feeling dully the contusion
Caused by life's retribution --
What you thought was revolution.
But was it, really? Really, was it?
It was, really? Really, it was?
Words are unsolvable solutions,
Of what you passed as permutations
For the truth --
Like that would save us?