Anarchy

 
Art By: Sara Witty-"razor my saviour (or how i learned to love trepanning)", 2002. © 2002
Art By: Sara Witty-"razor my saviour (or how i learned to love trepanning)", 2002. © 2002

 By: DesolateCreature

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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i see your eyes,

 face pressed against the glass of the world.

fingers slip through limpid strands

abode of the dead.

human discoloration, decomposing john doe

perishable “soul”.

a spectacle collection, bedlam of the mind

anarchy of the middle class.

clandestine ignorance, the bell has tolled

civilization isn’t civilized

but they “light the dark”,

minds vised shut.

 

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i am raging, I’m digging a grave for me

i enter the “evil” coterie

i forage for freedom, i invade my captive thoughts

releasing my foothold.

i

fall

from

grace……….

i have no recourse

beliefs have collapsed

i move to fallow space

i am dismantling

my fictional story

 

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desolatecreature

 

More Poetry by Desolatecreature can be found at her blogsite  where you will find light dark and all the shades of grey.

The artist Sara Witty and her artwork can be found HERE and HERE for the use of her art we offer our humble thanks.

3 Comments on “Anarchy”

  1. Strongly emotive; effectively executed. Moving from the stillness of disintegrating beliefs into an abruptly active phase of dismantling. As Grainne said, this is the beginning; the parts and pieces left behind to build and assemble. Excellent verse.

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