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Aug 30
welcome to my wilderness years
spent trapped with hope and fears
dressed in a veil of toxic tears
riding a cycle of life which veers
towards anxiety's extreme frontiers

front ears, the most eerie of ears
in an era of lost working careers
careering to a cliff edge that nears
'til the depressive dust cloud clears
driven away by listening engine ears

identifying with rebellious mutineers
and creative bohemian pioneers
PJ Harvey rather than Britney Spears
the altruistic and the volunteers
I live a life in all their spheres

not searching for 1,2 or 3 cheers
as the only rhyme left is gondoliers!
Just a bit of Friday for fun my fellow Hello Poetry contributors. Have a grand weekend!
Chris Neilson
Written by
Chris Neilson  M/Manchester, England
(M/Manchester, England)   
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