Archive Sunday – Brouhaha

our inner chaos

disgustingly delicious

yet the silent scream.

voices of ignorance still

reveal the real truth.

awfully lucky

we are to even exist

my unbiased opinion.

an open secret

derring-do again fueling

our inner chaos.

ending without end


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Categories: Poetry, Yesteryears Ink

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16 replies

  1. Very eloquently observed and excellently illustrated 👏👏👏

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  2. Eugenia, this beautifully written poem reminds me of the old saying, “You are your own worst enemy!” Love the illustration. ❤ Have a great day!

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  3. Beautiful poem Eugenia

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  4. Nice🧡🧡

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  5. The turmoil wonderfully captured. 🌷

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  6. Some days are like that, Brouhaha, well defined in this poem.

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  7. You’re welcome. 🙂

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  8. Well done. That is a cool photo prompt.

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