Isolation had haunted his mind.

Restless with no insight,

That his creative heart was still,

Thumping charms of immeasurable fright.

 

Grief could not interpret,

The hymnals of anger.

Uninterrupted words,

Entwined in a sour rancor.

 

Rendering worthless waiting,

This was the end…

 

…the end this was,

Worthlessly waiting to rend.

 

Soured rancor was entwining,

His words uninterpreted.

Angrily sang hymnals,

Grief had interrupted.

 

Fright had measured charming thumps,

Still in his hearts. Creation,

In sight, was not rested,

For minds had haunted his isolation.

–Kevin J Flors

     Thanks for reading. I’ve thought about using this reversal technique in my poetry for a while. I just couldn’t think about a topic to cover until now. I do not plan on doing this for all my poetry, but it is a change to a normal structure that I hope is welcome. The main issue I have with this poem is the cryptic nature of it. Cryptic writing has never been a strength of mine, so if you dislike it, please keep in mind that I am trying my best to develop all my skills. With that being said, I do think this is a great poem that dives into the issues and emotions of the human mind and how it  determines our behaviors when being independent and how it can later affect the issues of socialization.

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