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Close-up photograph of deep red unwravelled thread emphasising themes of writing and finality in the poem Caesura of the Self.

 The doors of hope swing shut with hollow clang. The safety net unravels, a taunting haunt. Photo by Nastia Petruk on Unsplash

 

Caesura of the self


"Aut Caesar aut nihil."
– Cesare Borgia


Fractal Identity

 

I am - and yet - I am not what I was,

A fractal, fragmented, a shattered self.
The mirror mocks, the mind's a broken glass,
A labyrinth where clarity's exiled to stealth.
Adrift on shifting tides, I try to steer-
The needle spins, true north is nowhere near.

 

 

 

Vertigo of Existence

 

The vertigo of being - vicious, vast,

A vortex, violent, void of clemency.
I reel, unmoored from meaning, from the mast
Of sanity, cast into a caustic sea.
No harbour here, no beacon in the gale,
Just fog and fathoms, far from firm avail.


 

Echoes of Abandonment

 

The ears of power are deaf to my desire,

My words dissolve like whispers in the wind.
Indifference is an ice that does not tire,
Dismissal is a dagger in the mind.
I rail against the silence, but in vain-
The walls absorb my voice like thirsty rain.


 

The Weight of Documentation

 

A mountain built of papers, proofs and pleas,

Looms monumental, yet unread, unseen.
Like autumn leaves, they drift on careless breeze,
A rustling testament to might-have-beens.
The truth lies buried deep within the stack,
A muted cry, a fading almanac.

 

 

 

Economic Asphyxiation

 

The coffers clang with coin, a mocking choir,

While hunger prowls, a panther in the night.
The price of survival climbs forever higher,
A Sisyphean summit, out of sight.
The ledgers bleed with black and bitter ink,
As bank accounts subside, as spirits sink.


 

The Narrowing of Options


The avenues of aid grow lean and gaunt,

The doors of hope swing shut with hollow clang.
The safety net unravels, a taunting haunt,
A promise proved as empty as a pang.
Each path leads to a precipice, a brink,
Where angels fear the tread, and devils slink.



 

The Final Calculation

 

And so - the scales are balanced - tipped by dread,
The equation solved - by subtraction's art.
If life's a ledger - filled with entries red,
Then death's a bottom line - a fitting chart.
A final sum - a terminal transaction,
A period placed - by gravity's exaction.

 

 

 

Mercy in the Maelstrom


Release becomes the ray amidst the storm,

A beacon in the bleakness, blazing bright.
In abnegation's arms, a strange new form
Of clemency uncloaks its contours slight.
To cease upon the midnight, with no pain-
Seems softer than the unforgiving rain.

 

Quietus and Quittance

 

So let this be the denouement, the bow,

The velvet veil that shrouds the weary brow.
A quietus from the quest, the ceaseless how,
An absolution from the binding vow.
In silence, there's a song of soothing stealth-
The lullaby of nothingness and self

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

With an epigraph invoking an all-or-nothing resolve, this poem delves into the intellectual and emotional calculus of a mind under siege. It’s an intense, unflinching look at the narrowing of options when existence itself feels like a “terminal transaction.”

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©10 May 2025 - 1:28am — cynosure

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Herding the sheep

Don't make a peep

Isn't this all so perfect?

No time to weep

Just go to sleep

And soon this dream you'll forget

Now that I have you attention

You have no choice but to listen 

 

-Just do as you were told

Sometimes it's best not to know

Just hang your head and follow

I'll give you my hand to hold

As we enter the unknown - chorus

 

Culling the weak

People are freaks

This fucked up world makes no sense

Force fed deceit

Better not speak

There's no way to make amends

Now that I have your attention 

You have no choice but to listen 

 

-chorus-

 

So here I go now

To the unknown 

I won't be alone now

If you'll follow 

 

-chorus-

 

11-27-22

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Another newer one. 11-27-22

Would love to see some comments on it.

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©21 December 2022 - 4:30am — uninvited_1

The Demon's Inside.

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i wrote this one because i know everyone has there own demons to deal with hope you all like it. 

 

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The Earth Fable

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What is perfect

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I wrote this because sometimes most of us at some point in our lives have wanted things to be perfect and when they don't turn out that way some get upset I know I did still do infact. Hope you  like it feel free to critique my work if you don't I can't try to improve it ( oh here I go again trying to be perfect ugh!!!!)

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A world without you in it!

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I wrote this one a few weeks ago hope you all like it.

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