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A Broken Will
Where are the words hiding?
Have I committed an offense
against them and their wonder?
They refuse to surface
and form any kind of logic.
Where resides my want
to read the words of others?
Is it hiding in shame?
Or did it reach out to words
and create a pact to leave me bereft?
Art requires work, but I
fail to live up to standards.
My preference belongs to solitude
with dissonance raging behind.
A paltry way to be a creative.
Vengeance strikes back often
with no Empire to awaken
and force my mind and fingers
to work in tandem to let flow
the desire to question or understand.
© Hesher John
Have I committed an offense
against them and their wonder?
They refuse to surface
and form any kind of logic.
Where resides my want
to read the words of others?
Is it hiding in shame?
Or did it reach out to words
and create a pact to leave me bereft?
Art requires work, but I
fail to live up to standards.
My preference belongs to solitude
with dissonance raging behind.
A paltry way to be a creative.
Vengeance strikes back often
with no Empire to awaken
and force my mind and fingers
to work in tandem to let flow
the desire to question or understand.
© Hesher John
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