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Scribble your confusions

On paper

Does the blue

Turn to red

There lies the heart

So black and torn

That one refuses to believe

That it harbored blood

Words fall short

Yet pain is vast

All aches in head

Laugh loud

As they stay

Where there are

And refuse stairs

Of words

How do I write

What cannot be written

So I shake my head

Slip into bed

Make a pillow

Out of my

Exploitation

By others

And sleep

Like a log

Not knowing

If I am dead!

All those reading these poems and work of art would enjoy them all the more if they were to read them deeply ,applying mind and heart and conscience. The words are written to mean together something and if read rapidly the inner meaning may as well give a slip. Sometimes lives are changed by comprehension of words.

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Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.

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