Heritage

Heritage short poem

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The mask of retributions
pounds archives of deceit
illuminating your mind towards repercussions
surmised, pickle with veils

of silence distributed by
heirs of distrust.
You wonder how
this all came about

but realize it was
your own reciprocal doings
while you lambaste
others for the circumstances.

Fantasia seems relevant
pondering dreams iridescent
blinding extreme truths
while you drift away

to save your soul, sanity
during lackluster extravagances
pounding relentlessly
in your soft reluctance.

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Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
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