NO distress
No cloudiness
Fogging my brain
Small smoke leaves
The trees
Burning bruising all I thought I fulfilled
I believed I was fine
An issue at a time
A person at a point in Time
At one time I was a person
Not An inhumane object for all
To use as a spectacle
For the superficial to judge
Use
And abuse as they please
I used to be human
With humane emotions
Thoughts of life
A life worth living
Not the death that looms over me every few minutes
The indescribable pain
This ache that radiates within my body
Staying rooted
Growing as all who use me for what I am not who I am
Tread at the pace of their choosing along the caged
Shock wire
Keeping all that was once good to me behind bars
Imprisoned
Just for those who shall use
Me as a tool
A tool in which has rusted and fulfilled many after a while
You may have left
Got what you wanted yet
I am. Newly polished.
I am new and not up for use...
Art by; Monika Luniak
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Unveild Human Civilization
PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
