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The Dark Horse

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Taken aback, though no troubled voice
Was detected.
“Come so swiftly, yet slowly,”
She softly interjected.
For a moment she was there,
Then nowhere.
Disappeared like his father that same year.
Anywhere he seemed to turn,
His name slyly uttered.
“He doesn’t belong here, I hear he’s rash with –
Caustic fervor.”

Trampled and daft, coarse and confused,
A disarrayed and embittered recluse.
Soiled with adversity and absorbed in a spoon.
Proverbial, though no display was construed,
His mental reflection tested,
With each strike of a match –
Detached and dissected,
A wearied dark horse undiscovered.
Catapulted forthwith into oblivion,
His body was rested.

Though I know not the scheme of things,
Or the supposed proposition of overt irrationality.
One thing is a certainty –
The mind is a fragile piece.
Fragile like you, fragile like me.
 
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This one sounds incredible, with deft rhythm and rhyming. And I can take a lot from it. :)

One thing is a certainty –
The mind is a fragile piece.

So, so true...
 
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