An enigma, a puzzle, split and cut through,
Each piece a selfless sharing, each piece of you,
Every segment, every person, another face to hide,
You have all the secrets, though you never confide,
Selling each fragment, to the black market of each live,
With the iota of dignity, another animal to thrive,
Like the norm to a grimoire, you try to live with the peace,
But in a herd of craven sheep, you're a sheep without fleece
An autonomous robot, this begging has begotten,
You want to be noticed, yet you're always forgotten.
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
