Filtering
I don’t
know what to do with this lie.
Do I
cherish it?
Pretend
it’s true?
Melt with
practised moments.
Vaunt
myself to air.
Or do I
throw it back at you
With
spasms of truth
Weighed
with words
So dense
and compact
You’ll
sieve with claustrophobia?
Ambition
Nothing
could disturb the adulation
Resonating
in his mind,
His
ambition made infernal
By his own
divinity,
Residing
above all others
While his
world turned upside down.
Like a
seed,
Dense and
dormant in the darkness,
Weighed
down with the world on top of him.
But once
exposed to affection,
He bloomed
with potential,
Rising
high spread far and wide.
Anthony
tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has
managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including The Faircloth Review, The Pygmy Giant,
Shot Glass Journal, Turbulence, Dead Snakes, The Bohemyth,
Torrid Literature Journal and Jellyfish Whispers, amongst
others.
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