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The Riddle
Itâs that time of year again
The one I canât escape
My senses are all perfected
My mind, it wants to gape
No thoughts can comprehend
No heart can empathize
The emotions all chaotic
Though the world will see my guise
Maybe one day order
So my mind can return to me
But for now the ecstasy continues
Coaxing the sane to see
Normalicy determined to rule
In a world so diverse
Yearnings that can't be ignored
And an understanding poised as a curse
My sanctuary is safe now
The memories all preserved
Can you solve my riddle?
The knowledge will be well deserved
3 comments
anyhow, this could be more subtle in the way it is written and the rhyming is too forced, in my opinion. not all poetry needs to have an even meter and rhyme pattern; simple, effective groupings of words often convey a more powerful/clear message.
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