Every morning
Every sunrise or before
Your eyes open to the same world
The same stars
The same acquaintances
The same pain...As before you thirst
Your human nature thirsts
Never fulfilled
Forever greedy and unsatisfied...The world filled with banes
Filled with worthy enemies
Yet your enemy unexpected
The truth itselfWith each sunrise you fade
Reflection changing
Like a situation
With the solution fazing...No solution of your own
No cure
No course of action
Only spectating...Spectating your demise
Unwillingly accepting your fate
You've already lost yourself
You are but a ghost
Sitting in the place of your former self...
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Poetic Chronicles Of KEM
PoetryA poetic journal of the life of a South African Tenth Grader with poetic enlightenment and an immortal sense of humour and a heart-confusing life