We are raised to believe we live with good intentions
But I find this statement false
Sunsets drip with fake belief
And dawns are meant to haunt us
Horizons are the devil in a mask
As he plays the part of bait
Just can't wait
to get the goal
That's only meant to take your soul
Religion is here to give our minds an answer
We just can't live without concrete thoughts
Yet this is how we fall
We can't make sense of crumbling skies
Or earthquakes in disguise
Karma is here to make us fear mistakes
So fake is only safe
Plastic is our bodys
That constantly seem to break
Full moon is for the fisherman
Not for keeping track
But we blame things undone
On what emerges from the black
These are things that keep our pulse
But little to we know these elements are false
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
