Roll Call

A roll call 

Of lost souls, 

Hiding in foxholes,

In absentia from

Their own destiny,

Engulfed in a digression, 

Far from the main idea,

Where mirrors inspire enmity,

The futility of futurity

Feels more than real,

And healthy skepticism

Becomes stealthy cynicism, 

Without the bridle on, 

Under the graceless tutelage

Of all those doubting Thomases

Who readily forget just what

It really takes to belong. 

◄ Achilles

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Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Thu 14th Oct 2021 13:23

Thank you so much, Keith, I appreciate it! 😊

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keith jeffries

Thu 14th Oct 2021 10:06

An interesting poem which stimulates the mind and creates its own imagery. It requires a few readings to absorb what is taking place. I find it intriguing; a poem which one can carry through the day and meditate upon.

Thank you for this
Keith

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