Monday, October 19, 2020

Internalized

  

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roar of the judgmental voices
putrid and stale as rotting corpse
dark mind

derision dripping rancid hate
couched in sweet social prescriptions
dogma

rough edges made smooth by the tears
falling from my pariah's eyes
guilty

~cie~


Poetry Form:
Synchronicity, briefly.
This poetry type is supposed to have eight stanzas with an 8/8/2 syllable pattern, but I was done saying what I needed to say in three stanzas.

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2 comments:

  1. Sigh.
    And as I so often think and say however coined the 'sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me' phrase was an unmitigated liar. And I suspect a hurler of hurtful words.

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    1. Agreed. Often I've felt the words people say hurt me more than the times someone attacked me physically.

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