Convoy of Doubt

Have I sealed my fate?
As I write these words
a wretched burden
overlooks the page.

Have I sealed my fate?
I'm almost wary to
write another word.
Or is it too late?

Have I sealed my fate?
Every word I write
seems to come true,
brought to life in some way.

Have I sealed my fate?
I think I should stop
writing anything,
lest it be profane.

poem by Shalyn Stachmus
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Until the Innocent Are Not Punished

Believed things would end how I wanted them to,
But now I can't erase it, so what do I do?
Had hoped things would change, perhaps fix themselves, too.
But most times denial is better than truth.

Murder. A murder. Long dead and gone.
I keen like a loser, full of despond.
Abandoned alone, my love grows cold.
Lifeless I lay here, a lump in a hole.
Tried, tried, and failed to find the joy.
Dropped love, lost love; Watched love get destroyed.

I smelled something caustic, saw decay in my heart.
But now I've no love, so where do I start?
Wish I could dash to a tame place to depart,
But here my soul stays, for I am missing a part.

Murder. A murder. Long dead and gone.
Left like a loser, alone to abscond.
Lucky me, I've these amenities:

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The Modality of Evil

Hey, freedom, come back!
Poor freedom turns black.
Oh, freedom! Dear freedom! is under attack.

I wish just this once I could take fear away.
I hope we'll soon see a more beautiful day.
Sensing a sick, saccharine despair,
I breathe in nothing but dusty, dead air.

Why am I crying? I choose to be alone.
This shroud of banality is never gone.
I do not consent to this hypocrisy.
But I guess I'll accept what I blindly see.

This masochistic culture breeds our defeat.
With loathing and tears, we just stare at our feet.
Inside their greed asylum, they wait:
Planning escape before it's too late.

Why do they quash any pure ideation?

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poem by Shalyn Stachmus
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