with time erodes the roads of hope
as seconds pass without distinction
wedged between the hourglass
in retrospect, a stranger’s fiction
e’er beholden to the past
shackled by fear’s ersatz depictions
diligently deconstructed
prone to dubious perceptions
doled out in fervid procession
sold out to our indiscretion
futures nigh belie the burdens
of reflective introspection
corporate chains restrain our choices
subjugated minds and voices
commandeering our convictions
volunteering our volition
fostering the hour’s dissension
lost inside our own dimensions
drifting states of lone diremptions
kissed by fate’s unknown afflictions
wistful days of rumination
stripped of our only salvation
dripping death with indignation
listless breaths of consternation
consciously resigned enslavement
viciously maligned by deviants
clamoring to hide misconduct
how can i but not give a fuck
I Prefer Not To.
Max, or Not 
In other words good job! Sorry wanted to say something more then just that.
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Thank you! I think I got what you were trying to say and I appreciate the sentiment.
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I’m normally not a fan of rhyming poetry but it works in this poem making me, at least, feel overwhelmed until the end.
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I tend to agree with you. Strict rhyming schemes can often have a bit of a grating effect. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Max continues to amaze.
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Jasper! Thank you for your epic support. Not just of myself but of everyone. I know that you put considerable time and effort into doing what you do and i feel absolutely honored and blessed to be a recipient of you kindness and generosity. You are a literary saint.
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