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#sentinel
I am statue Standing guard A silent sentinel Slowly slipping In to madness Patience My prized virtue Has left me Blind I can't see Broken In pain Screaming in my head In vain Be still my bleeding heart I don't have much left
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Sentinel
A faded memory flayed. Layers peeled back unveiling Frayed old strings for a symphony of sympathy. A suffocated cacophony, he says. Let it be. A jaded sentinel slayed. Players reeled back, unfailing. Prayed for wings, but found empty of empathy. The scintillating epiphany she shares set it free. I swore I’d never be the victim. But I have been the whole time. Those words are wiser than wisdom. Her eyes grow wider with mine. A notion inspiring devotion divine. An ocean of new truths all spoken in rhyme. My Dryad’s mydriasis is something sublime.
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
My Dryad’s Mydriasis
I say I will leaves the debate of great matter to the great thinkers of earth-those that can walk on water and those that walk on moon; for their both equal to the challenge of keeping humanity safe: from the clutches of change that make things mad, yet when I see the state of my generation my heart leaps into my throat,for fear of unknown. when the debate between these thinkers get heat it makes me sad for slender is what both will resort to. When religion feels call upon to act for humanity sake and the constitution feels call upon for justice for humanity and both could not see face to face- the sentinel should be call upon to guard peoples lives. when this two are at each other throat again it mean- death.
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Woe to that generation