I sweat profusely in
humidity of regrets
hoping my dry soul
escapes divine attention
whispering voices
from the wilderness
over-power
a screaming conscience
I am surprised
to see a fraternity
joining my loneliness
bereft of humanity
Semi-monstrous humans
or semi-human monsters
swamp the world
as I run for cover
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This is very intriguing, Reena.
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Poetry has a mystique about it 🙂
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Oh, I love this! So many delicious layers. I love “swamping the world.” Good, good, writing.
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Thank you so much!
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