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Barrier

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By Michael avantPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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In all fairness I've slowly become careless,

These bald headed lies continue to make us appear

Hairless.

I wanna be an outsider, but who else is all in?

They claim I have pull but would I drown if I were to

Fall in?

Some say I'm marked by whatever it is that scarred

Me,

I'm too young to be a perishable item I wonder if heaven will

Card me.

Your judgment is a warning that you're too scared to know what I am

Fearing,

It's not the dark turn life has taken but the responsibility of whom

Was steering.

If I don't hand off the clock I may find a better way to pass

The time,

Until you're driving the bus you'll never know what it means to stand

Past the line.

These results have a slight chance of ever concluding

Varied,

Continue digging for such answers and you may end up

Buried.

Who are you? The ones lurking in the shadows waiting to throw

Shade?

Again and again with your tests that carry no

Grade.

Rid these childish adults of their toys by making them pay the

Fischer Price,

If your cast isn't real you will be paying the Fishers'

Price.

What if I put a name to the anonymous?

What can I throw down this pit to know that it's

Bottomless?

Win it by a hair, am I certain that the victor was the

Tortoise?

What if I line up all the usual suspects from the tallest to the

Shortest?

What if I decide to go the extra yards equipped with no

Rake?

Can I work through these psychological injuries giving these fractures no

Break?

I tried to warn you though prevention was the

Intention,

The courtesy of my extension was only met by your

Suspension.

Shall I look to second chances and the agony it

Resets?

Must I wrestle a bitter strategy to pin down such

Regrets?

A little too unfamiliar, what kind of role have I

Reprised?

What if my final draft is too rough to be

Revised?

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Michael avant

Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.

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