Temporary judgment lapse
prison doors lock,
whats best reiterates like a rock
falling under wraps
Secrecy slithers through the slums
turning out the lights,
eliminating all our rights
nothing left but crums
Peace sits on a high hallowed thrown
while we are down below,
covered by an invisible throw
their blindness makes us grown
Nothing seems inattainable
despite it slowly inching away,
issues dubbed unforgivable
are standing in the way
Past detriments obviously wave
noticing restoration on the path,
they slowly start to cave
allowing peace to show it's wrath
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Very nice first stanza, but I got caught up on this line: ""whats best reiterates like a rock"
Nice alliteration.
Nice rhyme scheme.
"their blindness makes us grown" (groan or grown?)
inattainable = unattainable
The rhythm of this line threw me off, "despite it slowly inching away,"
The last stanza is the weakest.
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