Lost in a sea of wet words, I’m drowning
in a deluge of mass stupidity;
a tsunami that peaks with the crowning
of a clown - the king of absurdity.
.
Feeling the gravity of a last gasp;
the downward pulling, the cruel assailing;
exasperating my next breath. I grasp
in vane-hope of common sense prevailing.
.
Alas, it seems there is no depth too deep,
nothing to resist a ‘new low’ forming.
No slope too steep, simply nothing to keep
at bay this infernal rage that’s storming.
.
That sinking feeling saturates me whole.
It leaves me drenched. It liquidates my soul.
.
© Tim Grace, 9 June 2024
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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