Exchanging blows
Trouncing the integrity
Parading with clout
Testifying with a punch
Ruthless and cold
Clobbering with animosity
Losing perspective
Gaining self worth
Sitting on a Island
without a blanket of protection
Circling apathy
with loneliness on a death bed
Persecuting myself
Questioning my beliefs
Constantly defending my being
Slowly giving up to society’s views
We all give up at one point or other. Don’t we?
Intense one indeed.
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Thank you – to some degree yes.
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I really liked this piece. The accompanying picture also served its content well. We do compete and argue over the most mundane of things, trying to accumulate wealth and power that serve as but a moat and isolate us.
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Yes we do – thank you for reading!
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yes.
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Sometimes, giving up on one thing makes way for another!
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True
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Beautifully haunting
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Thank you for reading!
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Hhhhmmm….Interesting. I have never been one to conform to society, or their views. Also, I conceded to defeat…..a lot, lately it seems. However, I have gained way more than I ever thought I would ever gain. Have I attempted, tried to reject the gains to get back the loss? Yeah, but everything comes full circle. As does everyone. So I shall sit back, observe.
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The gentle sort of giving in to the weight of choices already made and finally understanding the absolute power of, pull of day to day life.
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You are exactly right!
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To lose oneself is to gain oneself, comes to mind here. But lose oneself to WHAT? For me, personally, it involved letting go of a LOT, due to forced cjrcumstances, as I think you are alluding to here Braeden. And I am happy inside myself, though Zi do not like the circumstances. Very interesting poem
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I totally your POV, thank you Lorraine for your insight
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