The Denial Brought About The Realization Poem by Bradley John Downs

The Denial Brought About The Realization



an owl sits in a cemetary,
his perpetual glare peircing the cold mist.
rising from the fresh cut grass is
a dead oak tree thats slumps,
wilted and corroded by time
the prudent owl is perched looking at you
standing alone just off of the path way
in the moonlight as the mood is ambigiously gloomy and pale lit

invoke the feeling of serenity concealing
the introverts in that place to whom they belong
so we can go on, you cant cling to
invisibilities, torments or fidelity
theres no retention for
pessimism, and lamention
due to unfortune.
its wrong on the rest of us,
struggling to go on

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