Dreams.
Both existing and unreal.
The temple crumbles at my gaze.
The Gods above with hearts ablaze.
Against my own will to fabricate a man
Where all humanity’s hopes began.
A being as incomplete as the knowledge we grasped.
Morals and Virtues in his mind, clasped.
He was nothing but a creation birthed by riddles and hope.
An entity sent to the world as a gleam
That there is a deed greater than the truth,
And that great deed is to dream.
-Who Are We?, Devon Heisenberg.
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Subject 189 || A Collection
PoetryA book filled with all the poems I have written. The themes and topic of the poems are random and some poems were written when I was back in 2nd Grade. Expect disappointment:).
