Trish – the venerable
When Trish was of a venerable age
Sat upon her own Fate.
Ignorant to all counsel -All those who dictate
Lack in common sense for a daredevil debate.
Needy, Trish made from unusual , voodoo cut cloth.
Rarely mixed with other groups -Saved her memory for counteracting Nature's E.C.T. shocks
Outside her fear
Impend her wrath.
Third degree burns
Rare foot shuflle led to her sudden upturn.
Oh prompt of muses ,Why did Trish choose to emulate in this manner?
Speak in emotional intelligence IQ lower than the made up abyss in, Alabama?
Stumbles not long after her daily walk down yellow brick road
ignored at those gallant heartless tin, roars. Inacknoweldegded when they heled to find her an abode.
Why ,put the world on pause when time is has its own entity?
reality is independant of thought-yet
Trish thrashes about throwing out shapes revealing insecure perception in her identity
She walks a line , chokes
Trish becomes imperceptible to sight.
Sore, `Cos, maybe she's contary. or she found a fucked up Knight
Posted on May 31, 2017, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Emotions, female empowerment, POETRY, Relationships, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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