PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We will speak, in turn, of flippant prospects.

They entice, 

Yet lays dormant the question

Of how time will return us. 

Once ambiguity has peaked

Will we plateau in comfort?

Or will we regress?

Slowly decline and desperately clutch

At titles of social convention.

Riding a path predicted in a world

Conflicted between progression and

Perjuries of redundant instinct.

Grapple, with me, the absurdity

Of the world outside, the daytime

They all live. Be intimidated by the prospects

Of its infection. That which has corrupted

Bipartisan predilections.

Yet we will fight, we will survive.

I'm sure of it.

Vaccinate ourselves with everything.

I'll huff and I'll puff

And I'll blow myself out,

Dripping, limping, hurting but free.

Observe from the side, exulted.

Raise your concerns, revolted.

You'll take my words, insulted.

And leave here alone, assaulted.

You've been broken, turned, enlightened,

And leave me to dance alone.

I'll vaccinate still, memories of those lost

Plague my free brain.

I'll mourn but dance, until my heart expires

But scorn those who leave for the daytime.