Wit and Reason

poem by: Ernest Areheart
Written on May 27, 2015

We so triumphed in the public's eye
Behind the facade of our disguise
Our wit so challenged by our youth
Too young and proud to mouth the truth

My triumph dulls upon my age
Applauding the opulence of my cage
My wit, so burned by time's cruel irony
Calming the once great fire in me

Our love a handsome gift to life
Fortifying hearts, and forgetting strife
We held the hands of rhyme and reason
While partaking in the senses treason

My love is wilted upon reason's cries
Feelings clouding, as senses rise
Broken? No. But a shadow, yes.
And still now, my wit won't rest

I beseech my mind for release and reason
But forgiveness is not in senses treason
An amend, announced in my moonlit state
My wit drives my courage to exacerbate

I smile and gloat in my clever ambition
Too proud to lie or give contention 
But as I sit in my glib protection
I stand unaware of wit's defection






 

Tags: rhyme, deep,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Every poetic words well written.

 

 

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