Unrest. | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

vestal sandal Jan 23, 2024, 2:18 PM

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My thoughts twisted into
a web of confusion,
do I stand alone, wronged?
Senses blinded by illusion?

Submerged in a pool of guilt ,
I question my sanity,
Am I drowning into the abyss?

Yearning to untangle this mess,
a plea for liberation,
am I a fool for clinging to you?

A whisper of hope,
before the darkness consumes,
let pride yield to apology,
before I'm drenched in the midnight rain.

zinc matrix Jan 23, 2024, 10:09 PM

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Drowning in the abyss... Nice write.

vestal sandal Jan 24, 2024, 4:01 AM

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Thank you!✨

willow pulsar Jan 25, 2024, 6:12 AM

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I love the ending

lean basin Jan 25, 2024, 6:17 AM

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I want to eat that poem

vestal sandal Jan 25, 2024, 6:18 AM

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Thank you!!

vestal sandal Jan 25, 2024, 6:18 AM

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Hahaha! tq

lean basin Jan 25, 2024, 6:19 AM

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Of course of course. Love the rhythm of how you write. decor 🌷

vestal sandal Jan 25, 2024, 6:19 AM

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Thank you!!

willow pulsar Jan 25, 2024, 6:20 AM

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Only thing I would say is to perhaps add something to the 2nd stanza, maybe to add on to the idea of "drowning into the abyss"

vestal sandal Jan 25, 2024, 6:24 AM

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I'll try to think and alter them!

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Thank you!

frank eagle Jan 25, 2024, 8:20 AM

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I love the second and third stanza!!!

#Unrest.