Lashed Arrows

Latent clocks forge their fraudulent time

But still their rigid works spin

Like when an ember envisages it's stage

Realising one's life that lays slim

A synchronised beat

Cradling a death

Blood that drips, thick and thin

Constant throughout our own awareness

Hence our perception frozen to a bias angle

We dare to peek down

Can one emit?

As their consecutive ribbons

Descend on deceit they commit.

by Chloe Lubinska

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Cradling a death Blood that drips, thick and thin Constant throughout our own awareness Hence our perception frozen to a bias angle. insightful , a lot of conviction. awareness , perception. so many ideas. thank you very much. tony
Lovely piece of poetry insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Indeed time moves so quickly while we're busy chasing shadows ignoring the things that matter most. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
A very uniquely worded poem that laments a fact of life. Thanks for sharing, Chloe Peace