"Admired By Thousands"
by Arcassin Burnham
Basket full of
open doors,
Spitting image
of asexual roses,
Washing away the
sins kept in prayer,
Enjoying
paradise,
Returning to the
beauty that you’ve always been,
Suppertime in
the midnight hour,
Not a right time
to say I’ve seen ignorance at its coldest,
Like the saying
that all humans have layers,
Unless bruised
knees are kept in ice,
Don’t worry
about the less passionate just look within,
Last minute
discussions more like hang-ups,
All I want is
cooperation from people that believe,
Forgetting where
my soul went,
Then creates
having lost ones self-respect,
But the emotions
set to overcrowd and ……
……Perfect lack
of stamina,
You want signs,
but its messages that you receive,
Sitting in a
room with four walls and the hours that you spent,
The only time
you really have to accept and recollect,
To be admired by
thousands.
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