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I will not be silenced. I will not be gold.

Though I am not worth a moment,

or so I am told.

 

Let shadows take me, unending and masterless.

My thoughts race, as I am careless.

 

From home I sprung with an idea so bright.
Ideas turned to greed, and greed to blight. 

 

Lost in the qualms of deeds past done.

No, I am not the one.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This just came to me and right now I'm currently stuck in a rut so this poem explains my feelings. However brief it may be, I feel like it's powerful. There are two ways you can read this poem. Top to bottom or left to right. Each variation means something completrely different.

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©30 June 2017 - 10:35pm — DarkestLight2214
1 July 2017 - 10:23am — allets
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1 July 2017 - 10:24am — allets
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In Defiance of Ruts

Unstuck

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I've used degreaser dead to rights

prayed to freedom for nights and nights

the shades are down the feeling shallow

the need to muse and in vain wallow

a breath, a breeze a cool reminder

sleep summons us, no need to linger.

 

~Lady A~