The Flattened Curve

The flattened curve

Blind to distinction

Colors rearrange inside this rage

A new a day, a new night

Eyes shrink, the blood runs quicker

Pain in motion, ecstasy in stillness

Dispossession of entropy

Tomorrow’s restriction

Shapeless desire, a will without power

Culling the asymmetry of my new conviction

From death to the new, what will guide this cycle to a new hue?

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This is my first poem / attempt at writing what I think... is poetry? Been feeling a little depressed with where I see my skills and life's work becoming invalidated and devalued. Wanted to express myself in a way that wasn't a screenplay or a journal.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/ze612x/cracked_open/iz704ad/?context=3

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/zebk3z/why_am_i_smiling_less/iz6z8c6/?context=3