It’s not the blunder that burns me
but the failure to face the force of gravity
when your body slams into the floor.
Coincidental circumstance, you contend.
But I see a haunting hubris deepening deception,
ruptured reality masking a mangled mind,
struggling to sustain fractured friendships,
cautiously covering mounting misery,
and sinking sorrow.
How corrupted is your conviction
in avoiding this addiction?
I dig! Glad to see another writer who is diving into poetry.
Thanks for your encouragement!
Have you been reading my mail?
?
It just rang very true to me.
Oh ha ha thanks. I’m glad you could relate to my words, that’s what I was hoping for!
Excellent descriptive phraseology with imagery and alliteration – what’s not to like? Well done.
What a compliment! “Your interest in my words honours me and is valued more than those words can convey.”
Well said, by the way….
I really enjoyed the sounds in this poem, and that phrase ‘corrupted your conviction’ is brilliant.
Thanks Harula! Your comments always boost my mood!
very deep and haunting…you have such a with words.
Thanks!