The boy was silent, thinking that he blended
Into the turbulence of mangled continuity.
He stayed silent, not a soul befriended.
Diverse emotions raging, so not free
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A very powerful poetry, Chris, the continuity of reality well expressed. Thanks for sharing. Yelena M.
This is an intense portrait. You have the knack of showing the inner worlds of people with your words. It is one powerful ability. Reading such a poem makes one feel almost as if they have just met someone, and someone who is much more colorful and interesting than the rest of humanity; since you can actually view their inner workings and their psyche's grindstone, as it were.
'In perfection they circled him like a shirt Of mangled wolves ever ready to start The game of destruction of his perceptions' Rachel Ann Butler