the thousandth day

With heavy hearts
And weak-eyed grins-
Playing rote parts
And ignoring greater sins.
More only inspires choking
Back the truth
That lies to this golden token-
There are some things
Meant to be broken.
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
Labels: poem
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