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. Innovative thoughts Emotions Intuitive interpretation on Repercussions Brave thoughts about Sanity
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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.
What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see
Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.