Palindromes

I love this throbbing heart, palpitating and pounding
So aggrieved and affronted I felt when blamed
This aloof horde of minors declined me in a second
With a pen seemingly in their power to belong
I was accused, “plain and unoriginal” they roared

But an archaic smile was placed on these lips of mine
Approaching the keyboard I felt rejuvenated and grinned
This small race of perfect minds hiding behind a screen
Couldn’t see the similarity in our meanings and poetry
Their capital letters were so adjacent to my own

So inspired and incited I wrote these words with an aim
Slowly the pulse reposed and my heart alleviated
Nothing fertile could ever illuminate in fury
I will allow their assertions and feign to agree
Yield and dream of cute decapitated minds

- C.M.H.

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