Disbanded myself
from new cultural norms,
like petals bear off by wind
as the life has turned
as hell, that ferociously kills
my stoic will,
and i listen echoes
of unheard sounds.
The adverse effects
of such bruising cockney are
dislodging meaning from life
and draws man to ferocity
with refrained curiosity.
Ah! a living inferno
i carry beside...
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Great free flowing structure, the imagery is vibrant and lush, I like the idea of being a petal disbanded by culture, I think its easy to in todays world where globalism has put a brand on our cultural identity, we have so much interaction and so many voices we can get lost in the crowd. Great stuff my friend!