28 December, 2012


The anger and shame felt
from the uncertainty of showcasing
what is running through veins and soul
is fierce, incapacitating even poetry
from being written down.

The barricades are hard,
with the wooden edges solid
and already starting to wilt and sag,
rotting like soldiers rot in war,
yet completely impassable.

This hefty yet subtle impasse
is almost invisible because of its deep
camouflage and stylish appearance,
able to convince that there is no
reason to move past, as there is nothing beyond.

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