To Hide What I Despise


I am an afterthought I rise
as I hear calamity outside.
Near the bowels of all spite
I reach out to compromise.
No thought has given birth
until my eye caught sparse
a thought that gathered a
steam that I dwell is a marsh.
Have I to bear an attire fake
where this feeling I try shake
and meaning of it I try make;
sometimes I ask why I wake?
The light is dim and I am off
my mark when I try mean it;
what I truly feel with what I
try and get myself to try forget.

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