Resolute Stagnation

Resolute Stagnation short poem

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Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate-
through my soul amalgamate-
with my reasons to keep going.

Deceit has a stench so placid-
even before interests and stalemate.
Should I withdraw or keep charging?

A pawn is a bait-
with little leverage for bate.
How can knowledge be crippling?

Schemes and mentality conflate-
with habits and outcomes to dictate-
dispositions and their conking.

When an alley is the one to delate-
fear is compromise that doesn’t immolate-
right for wrong, so here I am waiting.

Waiting is a game so serrate-
with all that makes one berate-
So I hold on to clarity’s wing.

In the game of fate-
tomorrow seems desolate-
for patience is everything!

Late is definitely prate-
given today’s contentious state-
for resolute stagnation means winning!

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