#fraught - Hello Poetry

Fraught. the would of it, resonates with ugly familiarity. 9 of 10 report feeling fraught, at sometime in the past 24 hours, 7 days and 12 months. plausible deniability was, in deed, denied. in the wee of early darkness, when the terms are confused, for the day is newly aborning, but deep tuxedo dark dominates, the only color afforded us, nothing is clear except for the perfect unitary of this singularity, my eyes weep for the blind, my heart pounds for the unbeloved, body unsteady, brain fevered and fervent, my cri is strong, wild, irreverent- silent! where is the God of Love? why is He so stingy? hear laughing far away and in my ear, confused by lacking understanding, until fall back on my back, floating prone, the answer is in the quietude of your surround sound theater you inhabit, silly person! open, lift your eyelids, let the light emanate from your in~environment, what you seek is what in your possess, need not struggle tremble or guess, you still steady breathe, in and ex hail, you and I are everywhere in the tiniest molecule of life, in every thought dispossessed here! here! in every tiny lettered nodule of oxygen, is love. and you in finite wisdom, have shared it. you are, you be, the one in 10. 5:25am Fri April 10 lying prone, to ground bound, still & electrified, parched & parsed, asking how clarity illuminates, says the son who did not know to ask, comforted by his father’s rough beard; from where he learns, sometimes, asking, is all the knowledge that is required

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Apr 8

Apr 8, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Fraught with asking

Fraught. the would of it, resonates with ugly familiarity. 9 of 10 report feeling fraught, at sometime in the past 24 hours, 7 days and 12 months. plausible deniability was, in deed, denied. in the wee of early darkness, when the terms are confused, for the day is newly aborning, but deep tuxedo dark dominates, the only color afforded us, nothing is clear except for the perfect unitary of this singularity, my eyes weep for the blind, my heart pounds for the unbeloved, body unsteady, brain fevered and fervent, my cri is strong, wild, irreverent- silent! where is the God of Love? why is He so stingy? hear laughing far away and in my ear, confused by lacking understanding, until fall back on my back, floating prone, the answer is in the quietude of your surround sound theater you inhabit, silly person! open, lift your eyelids, let the light emanate from your in~environment, what you seek is what in your possess, need not struggle tremble or guess, you still steady breathe, in and ex hail, you and I are everywhere in the tiniest molecule of life, in every thought dispossessed here! here! in every tiny lettered nodule of oxygen, is love. and you in finite wisdom, have shared it. you are, you be, the one in 10. 5:25am Fri April 10 lying prone, to ground bound, still & electrified, parched & parsed, asking how clarity illuminates, says the son who did not know to ask, comforted by his father’s rough beard; from where he learns, sometimes, asking, is all the knowledge that is required

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Oct 17, 2020

Oct 17, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC

I'm too tired, To sleep, Devoid of energy, Yet energised, Fraught with worries, Downed by despair, I am too tired, To sleep.

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC

MrPeterJThomas

Too Tired

I'm too tired, To sleep, Devoid of energy, Yet energised, Fraught with worries, Downed by despair, I am too tired, To sleep.

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