Outburst Poem by Cynthia Bienose
Outburst
What hold do I have
Of right or of life
To sail this spirit to starve
Please marry me a thought for a wife
My judgement is beclouded
With possessiveness and jeolousy
My thoughts are overwhelmingly flooded
Shouting in the silence of a blind cogency
Feelings lured me to admit I had a hold
But reason dispassonately choked me to reality
I have no right, no hold
I am just a soul in the abundance of neccessity
In the cravings for love and acceptance
To cover this frail lonely distance
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4/29/2024 7:22:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very philosophical but well put: Feelings lured me to admit I had a hold But reason dispassuonately choked me to reality. That's the sad reality, we hardly have any hold save for the hold on endless quest for relevance and acceptance