Equilibrium – a poem

Patterns engrained to colour the water

Of futures undreamt of, lay as stones

Under the surface, oozing vitriol from

Pores unseen, unknown until the surface

Atrophies, begins to crack and bleed.

Constant pressure lacking purpose, prized

Above natural reactions or considered

Responses for answers calm, measured,

Yet despondence reigns from that rigidity

Too long claimed without valid reasoning.



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