When will I perform the final act
Defiance is clamoring to my fists
Sweet smell of living surrounds me
Willing to hold my hand, for today
I can savor today, alone in my cell-f
I have learned not to waste my energy
on the things that will arise without my help
why a fist? and not a wave of compliance?
I apply only when it hurts, and where it hurts the most
eyes moving while wide awake
almost as fast as in a coma induced sleep
My teeth shaved down on the edges from grinding splendor
How does on endure this throbbing
Self inflicted wound?
Sleep well, sleep well, my soul
Sweet smell of living surrounds me Willing to hold my hand, for today Beautiful line dear poet. Thanks for the sharing. 10+
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I have learned not to waste my energy on the things that will arise without my help why a fist? and not a wave of compliance? .sleep well my soul. very fine poem. thoughts, anger, peace. why.. questions after questions and finding answers in peace......... thank you dear poet. tony