Do not let her raise her pen For if she does, she'll know That sorrow holds her heart again And never let her show That she may feel black holes inside Or simply barren mist If she cannot offer antidotes Or proof that it exists.
Her thoughts will die with unconsciousness As time tries to hush all pains Her rhymes will bow to righteousness And most of what remains We'll bury 'neath necessity Disguised as coming dates We'll tear through her careful nonchalance And forcefeed her our bait So then perhaps she'll side with us And calmly surrender arms, Realize ignorance is merciful While truth simply, solely harms.
Do not let her raise her pen
ReplyDeleteFor if she does, she'll know
That sorrow holds her heart again
And never let her show
That she may feel black holes inside
Or simply barren mist
If she cannot offer antidotes
Or proof that it exists.
Her thoughts will die with unconsciousness
As time tries to hush all pains
Her rhymes will bow to righteousness
And most of what remains
We'll bury 'neath necessity
Disguised as coming dates
We'll tear through her careful nonchalance
And forcefeed her our bait
So then perhaps she'll side with us
And calmly surrender arms,
Realize ignorance is merciful
While truth simply, solely harms.
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oh wow, is that Elizabeth? That poem's fantastic!
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