When a factor,
a measure in time,
while the observer
the other’s own dime
~
held out to the beggar
for the sake of truth
to confront that pallor
would it be uncouth.
~
To trigger the moment
we all lose our shell
in pity we might lament
our loss is our hell.
~
Have we crossed the line,
lost our grip on soul
or is this only a whine
while we play our role.
~
When once the word rang
strong in a crowd of eyes,
now it seems we do hang
only upon the other’s I’s.
~
Workplace monotony
could paralyze the confident
when idle scrutiny,
the albatross does resent.
~
For when I die, I might be
happier, or fly above the sea.
Your writing is so insightful; very intelligent, and yet wonderfully poetic!
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thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words 🙂
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