Earnest
It had been quite a while that I was quiet,
colloquially a confidant,
with the proclamations pending,
whilst staying true to my cause,
of being relevant,
irrespective of the refurbished rules;
a smile I might conjure,
to hide a shame,
appending a scorn,
that needs a subterfuge,
of synonyms and sympathies;
I doubt my existence,
expecting an enigma,
the realisations are too real to ruminate,
so I rout the roots,
and call it a continuum.
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Title seems a warning about the friction laid ahead, where you are present smartly and leave when it's no more your case
Reading this poem makes me sit like a kid and ask your input on this. Opinion would be a too big a word. Anything. Just anything!
Drag.