Daze
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Confessions
We threw rocks into the inner world
as if we’d hit a mark.
I took a sunken look as treasure
until that glow was all heads
some ship lost when the plank
was in the eye and they turned back.
Find any design unraveled back to nothing
but a straight line under a title of a book
and call this hard work you built to live in.
Start to finish it’s been made to last wallpaper
chalk and stains.
Was it wrong to spill my guts?
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Wow this is really beautiful!
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I particularly like these two lines. It brings to mind the vulnerability we expose our innermost selves to when we confess something to others.
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Spilling your guts right or wrong all depends on the person you spill then to. Some people I would never confess to, others, I would.
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crimby
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Excellent poem! You have a real gift, Daze.
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