Tuesday, December 11, 2012

TITLES FOR POEMS ARE HARD (Untitled 3)

Frustration, elation
The same sensation?
It is the core of my worries
This painstaking fluctuation.
I humbly hate cynicism
For it cripples us all.
The free will of doubt and apathy
An accelerated fall.
Ignorance is bliss,
Where am I amiss?
The growl, the kiss,
Hope's red kiss?
It overrides my wants, overrides my
Leaps and bounds away                  care
Ambition glares
My thoughts the world's,
Generations stare.

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