Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Forty Winks

The brunt of a thoughtful writer
In amalgamation of experiences
Untold stories revealed
Through manufactures of fiction
Within a narrative he steals

Deceived by perception
Of his own illusive vision
Constructs a severity of action
Plays foul with words,
Seemingly wise and envisioned

Out of this frenzied monk
Screams the prisoner
Stifled within the parameters of
Reality once perceived
And the real and ‘now’

Memories of the emotional hero
Gnawing like rats
As the brunt of a thoughtful writer
Is caught in an amalgamation of

What must it be
In curiosity of such narrative
Worded carefully
of life as he must live; or a lie,
Of dying egotistically

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