The faltering cause made the martyr suicidal
And tears fell from their cardboard faces
Pasting more blue prints together.
It's an easy silence when tongues misbehave the same way.
When all shards seem to be from the same mirror
It is rare to find rarity
Our originality is a dying disease.
I resemble him. He resembles her.
She resembles you. You resemble me.
A universal smothering shell.
Disolving my pupil inside.
Turning into variations of the same thing
We fall into the funel of conformity.
This is a compelling piece. Thought provoking and with some beautiful imagery -"tears fell from their cardboard faces..."
The whole though has a tendency to depress - only because it has so much truth within it. Noble poet. Thank you so much.
Submission Name: Tracing Authenticity
