A rant. I tried be somewhat obscure, but I hope you like it. -16th November.


Demur.

The glitter of reverie over the despair we call an ocean.
Riding those waves of lies and distaste,
The ribbon of sentiment, yen to dream a little longer.

Ink tears never conceal the look on peoples faces.
Mitigation can't be found within a marvel of self consideration,
Let your regret and remorse lessen and wither.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-11-16 at 16:48

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Oh, where or how have I missed this gem.
Oh rid me of remorse & regret lest they turn on me
& find it is my soul & faith that lessens & withers.
Peace, my brother.
2013-01-10