cupped hands raised up high
people move away like low tide
screams and pleas reach the hills
people say to shrug it off like it's chills
confrontation and discussion hit ears in hopes to recover
people let it in one and out the other
people go blind, deaf and mute
unable to sense that their world is rolling down the garbage chute
freezing hearts in a burning world.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
