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The Blur - A Poem

All writers need to explore their dark side, every now and then.  Let me know what thoughts this poem provokes in you:


 
The Blur

 
I crave the blur

Whether joy or pain provokes

The blur equalizes

 

I want to share

The tongue gets loose

Acceptance mesmerizes

 

I join the group

The spirit is free

The value criticizes

 

I awake with regret

Self-preservation protects

Remembering emphasizes

 

I feel it again

The blur did not erase

The emotion metastasizes


 

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