A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Rejection by Rebel Waste

 

Rejection

Trying quiet the torrid pain of rejection is like throwing gasoline on fire
The liquid
Had you but perceived the tang of its essence
Would not have exploded into a monstrous bon of fiery spirits
For the ancestors of repudiation have gathered at the altar of fear

Where the dirge to hope is quietly sung in mono-tone chant

The waters of enlightenment only gathered by time

Then the burning ghosts can be silenced

 

Rebel Waste is an artist. His medium: LANGUAGE. His weapon is a combination of t’s amd v’s arranged to a point like a sword with the Righteous Psychosis of a torn down psych ward.

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