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Sat 23 Oct, 2004 08:30 am
Flipping over the sheer curtain of my heart, I can barely see anything since it was hollow and can no longer pumps like the usual way. Indolence has dominated the whole area, deteriorating my flesh, spreading the macabre virus throughout the pith of my body and contaminating my soul. Albeit I am holding my books, the pervasion continues while I am sitting on the chair in a cozy way with extreme laxity. I lose concentration. However, I resent the subconsciousness dominating my consciousness, which I can never act the way I wish to. But what can I do? It seems that I eventually have to face the ultimate catastrophe, which can knock me to death, but I really do not want that to happen. I am situating in a jungle and the brink of the cliff, a minor prod is lethal for me. It is time to weave all my stuff, and to put things in order and make priority, so that I can remove the fettered chain of diffidence, and to regain confidence to trick the subconsciousness deftly in order to bring me to success. Exhausted though.
Jamezun, welcome to A2K. That was a fascinating prose poem, and your diction is really awesome. You might want to clear up some minor mistakes, but I loved the whole effect, especially the word "diffidence".
I have been searching for a poem with the line, "...defeated by diffidence.." , and I think it's called John Doe, Jr. No luck, so far.
Keep it up, my friend.
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