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Click hereFire of delusion creates a caustic cast
Contempt bred within lies and subtle innuendo
Setting rigid paths from which we can not break free.
Cages of our own creation
Ironclad walls of misanthropy
Malice and malevolence are the keepers
Of this cell of destitution
Drawing strength from pain and self justification
The immortal “I”, the key with which we could unlock this torment
If we could but forget ourselves and the pathetic guidelines of our self imposed reality.
A reality of inevitability
Unwavering self loathing
Hatred for what we are and what we can never be
Grasping at some semblance of closeness
Some security within another
at the same time we deny the very emotion.
Precarious dances of macabre dimensions
Eluded to and never fully committed to the fire
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Vampiric_Miragealmost 20 years ago"Cages of our own creation
Ironclad walls of misanthropy
Malice and malevolence are the keepers
Of this cell of destitution"
Great wording & imagery! Not sure why exactly, but I found the last line of poem slightly awkward "Eluded to and never fully committed to the fire" I think it is the use of "eluded to" and "committed to" that seem to detract from the strength of the wording, but maybe it is just my imagination. Overall though, an excellent poem!
