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Unmoored Thoughts
I refuse to exhibit an assent.
Drunk on a crestfallen vision,
I forbid myself to acquiesce my thoughts.
I withhold my slipping silhouette;
From infusing into the definition
Of my flaws, my fears, my Achilles heel.
But my own thoughts subterfuge me;
Which I seek,
Delving into the labyrinth of my mind
To where they lie,
Playing with the parameters
Of these credulous wonders.
They are the clouds which enshroud the light,
From the liberal horizon -
Where the demons unmoor themselves
From the anchors of my land.
© Netra.
Drunk on a crestfallen vision,
I forbid myself to acquiesce my thoughts.
I withhold my slipping silhouette;
From infusing into the definition
Of my flaws, my fears, my Achilles heel.
But my own thoughts subterfuge me;
Which I seek,
Delving into the labyrinth of my mind
To where they lie,
Playing with the parameters
Of these credulous wonders.
They are the clouds which enshroud the light,
From the liberal horizon -
Where the demons unmoor themselves
From the anchors of my land.
© Netra.
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