Pushed to the brink of dire hostility Rage only one syllable’s abilityFearful of this man’s capabilityAnd the future of your futility
© 2011 Michael Yost
Something about the last line caught my eye. Was just perusing through your recent postings & was assaulted by the honesty with which you express yourself. Sharp discourse though it seems to bleed through to other themes that are present in your poetry. A certain sense of longing emerges without doubt. Kept me enraptured, that much is true. Hope all is well, take care,
Catharsis is what this is all about for me. Some things need to be cleansed and aired. I see it in yours as well albeit coded. I hope my longing and wishful thinking about how I represented in the past in some ways helps those in their present and future dealings with life. But really it’s all selfish; I need the release to help in forgiving myself; then I can move on.
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