W A G E (“Blossoms in decline, moribund/trenchant and dank”)

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photo- Darkmoon_Art (Pixabay)

W a g e

The damage of ill-spent
Moon’s, sun’s beacon, but done. 
Carnage off-Broadway’s
Drama lies and lies still. 
Wage. On the dimming stage.

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Tried to be as honest
All my Mercy allows
I’ll keep still feeling
Deeply hurt outwardly
Not aware, one cave bear

“I get scared when I remember too much” – rod stewart, from “Lady Day”

Stoicism is a prison

Though I break out

Though I break down

Through the pull of a merciful act

Then I’m old and too weak to hold back

 

 

I can imagine a troubled

Panicicked angel tangled double;

One cat caught in a grate

A girl unfair in a wheelchair

Nears and dares her balance, her endurance, her tolerance

Strains all of her weight

Shows the pain that she’s used to on her face

 

Then relief, and they’re both free

She and the cat both refuse to

Cry more,

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