Books, I've read but a few,
Solitude, my preferred view,
Shy and anxious, always in line,
Yet I envision aging like wine.
Alone, I find my joy,
Lost touch with friends, oh boy,
Life's facade, not as it seems,
Daydreams haunt my waking dreams.
God and spirits, I believe,
Truth obscured, yet we perceive,
Corrupt lyrics, end times near,
Destruction looms, a cause for fear.
All in life fades away,
Love, too, has its day,
No one known completely,
Even with time spent sweetly.
Employment traps, dreams denied,
Promotions swiped, thieves preside,
Interactions through screens we glean,
Commitments scarce, a fleeting scene.
Institutions sacred, shattered fast,
Temptation norms, shadows cast,
Racism's stain, still persists,
Divisions deep, persisting twists.
Gender lines blur, identities manifold,
Yet change's bounds remain untold,
Be anything, yet some walls stand,
Truth despised, lies command.
In books, truths oft lie,
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In the litterbox, for my feline friend,
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Poetry by Comparison
PoetryI have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus cha...
