Forte Isolation
A morphing of thought, once occurred to me,
Finally a life-line could be called,
As if something was never wrong,
I could prong the depths of a situation,
With the eye's of the former,
Calling me further,
Shadow's are darker in day's unwent,
By people unnoticed,
And lives unseen,
Without a distraction,
One can do very much,
In the shortest amount of time,
The betrayal of self,
Is thought to be inquity,
Or a gross-form of conscious,
But who are you betraying?
If not yourself,
Someone else?
Finally a life-line could be called,
As if something was never wrong,
I could prong the depths of a situation,
With the eye's of the former,
Calling me further,
Shadow's are darker in day's unwent,
By people unnoticed,
And lives unseen,
Without a distraction,
One can do very much,
In the shortest amount of time,
The betrayal of self,
Is thought to be inquity,
Or a gross-form of conscious,
But who are you betraying?
If not yourself,
Someone else?
http://allpoetry.com/poem/12223205-Forte-Isolation-by-RedDagger
© Kody Dibble, 12 hours ago
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