The Pavilion Shield

The Pavilion Shield



I found a glamour,
Even in a surrounding decadence of past events and images,
I see a tent,
Ready and waiting to shelter coevals of agony,
In places Quiet tendencies suddenly magnified,
But there remains a hope!
The spears of anguish piercing the walls of humanity,
But there remains a hope!
Mental sufficiency becomes defeated,
But there remains a shield!
A marquee of transition and rest.
A structure imbedded in a personality of reality,
As a covering fire against the lost hamanitarian dare,
The Pandemic threat of breath,
An anermic affair with eternal tempted doubt,
Yet a pavilion calls!
Times might not get better but I remain stronger

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