Saving graces are merely fairy tales.
I do not think that they really exist.
They're as elusive as a butterfly,
Constantly escaping the net.
People suffer and cry everyday,
No one really cares.
No one bats an eyelid,
When the cold rain washes away their tears.
Life isn't fair and we all live in fear,
That one day we're going to be robbed,
Of what we think is our share.
No one stops to think,
That we're just little marionettes.
Someone is pulling the strings,
Slowly tugging us to our deaths.
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Poetry Compilation
ŞiirJust a collection of poems I tend to jot down. Please give them a try.
