Poems contempLate the resting fate of us all,
They shape, obligate a sEnse of belonging,
But most of all, the ones who can, cAnt.
And V the ones who won't, want.
And most importantly, the onEs who can't, will.
See I just mismatched a sense in your brain.
A sentence you read over to Make sure you were reading it correctly,
In case a word short or punctuation Error.
You looked for failure in sentences because they are expected.
But most humanly, wanted.
FailurE is always better when you're not the one failing.
You may not like it but relief is the key.
The key to realising we are all the same. BECAUSE
No one has the right to judge, I.
Yet no one has the capabilities to stop judging. WILL.
So we are stuck in sand, MAKE.
Sinking mud lands which slide over rocky mountains, MISTAKES.
Falling over Lost treetops. SO.
Leave us be.
If you noticed my not so deliberate mistakes,
Leave it be.
If you want to judge then do it quietly.
