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Amitiel
Poems
Sep 2020
Shangri-La
Beyond is a bleak, grey skyline
I barely recognize my vignette
Yet here I am, walking that thin white line
As if I had not met him yet
I barely recognize my vignette
Black swans move like serpentines
As if I had not met him yet
Slow, calculated, but ready to strike at cloud nine
Black swans move like serpentine
He still whispers in my ear, I just cannot forget
Slow, calculated, but ready to strike me at cloud nine
“Pulvis et umbra sumus,” was his epithet
He still whispers in my ear, I just cannot forget
Their banshee bugle wails overcome; I am confined
“Pulvis et umbra sumus,” was his epithet
Like smashed cherries, their eyes were as ****** as port wine
Their banshee bugle wails overcome; I am confined
He wanted to mold to be a useful asset
Like smashed cherries, their eyes were as ****** as port wine
I gladly follow those threats
He wanted to mold me to be a useful asset
What called them on was my mental upset
I gladly follow those threats
There is nothing to regret
What called them on was my mental upset
It is foolish to once think I could outshine
There is nothing to regret
All I have ahead is a relentless battle line
It is foolish to once think I could outshine
I am merely a pathetic statuette
All I have ahead is a relentless battle line
Soon they all will forget
I am merely a pathetic statuette
Onyx swans call me to the brackish streamline
Soon they all will forget
It is there I snipped that innocent white line
Onyx swans call me to the brackish streamline
He influences my mindset
It is there I snipped that innocent white line
Time becomes frigid as I sink into that brine outlet
He influences my mindset
My body is limp in the alkaline
Time becomes frigid as I sink into that brine outlet
It is there I found no lifeline
My body is limp in the alkaline
The onyx swans fly in a v-line sextet
It is there I found no lifeline
He brought me to the finish with no reset
Beyond was a bleak, grey skyline
Yet there I was, walking that thin white line.
Last decent pantoum I fleshed out before going off Citalopram.
#depression
#pathetic
#antidepressants
#pantoum
Written by
Amitiel
21/F/Colorado Springs
(21/F/Colorado Springs)
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