Realism
Existence,
Being,
Living,
All these things are thought of as high importance,
But I can see,
What is in front of me.
Life matters not in the eyes of the universe.
Earth matters not in the eyes of the picture.
You are born alone.
You are your own self,
You are your own lonely self.
In the big picture,
Nothing matters,
Except,
Yourself.
Selfish some may call it.
Realistic the word I see.
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My Poetic Preachings
PoetryThis is a book of things I feel about real people, real emotions, whether I have felt those emotions, or still do is varying from chapter to chapter.
