Struggles

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Struggles

Innocence masked with guilt
Stands on a stifled slope,
Where once hatred was built,
And awaits an immense hope.

Discernment in disguise
Inside the body's rage
Causes the opening of eyes
To desire words of a sage.

A dismayed soul weeps bitterly
Without an essence...
Emotions have no ecstasy--
Only an aimless presence.

The intellect pursues a way
From the murky path behind it.
A new light emerges to stay
And gives hope to those who find it.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

laurahadarau’s Poems (27)

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Winter 0
Tranquil Fury 2
All 0
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Long I’ve Tried to Escape 2
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Three Steps of Life 0
The Holy Place 0
Walk the Walk 1
Regrets 0
Retorical Questions 0
Lost Love 1
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Constructive Verse I 1
Change Me 0
Control 0
Secrets 0
Struggles 0
The Pillar of Life 0
Looking Out the Window 0
Bliss 1
Hypocracy on Stage 1