Time stood still, but the years flew by,
rumors circulating in the city were becoming reality.
That quiet whisper ran behind the wind piercing my bones.
And what you said.
You reduced my worth to a phrase:
the smallest men who ever lived.
Your hatred pulled the wool over your eyes.
The truth about me is different:
the greatest man who was afarid to live.
And that is no embarrassment.
It is a conscious declaration that shows you.
The past is dark, and with it comes only sorrow.
The time for satori has come.
I confess as a member of the Section of Dead Times and Poets,
that darkness has been the light of my mind,
the source of my inspiration, the source of my bloodletting, my legacy, the past my present in which I was still stuck, I declare that it is over. Our bond has been severed. The mind has been reprogrammed. Evil has been defeated. I have awoken from lethargy after many years of darkness hanging over my head. And come, I know that I will long, I know that you will persecute and oppress me, I also know that this time you will not win.
The sun has finally come out!
The daisies have bloomed
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Section of Dead Times and Poets
PoetryThis small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both friendship and love. In all this chaos there is some hope and solace. For more ope...
