i heard the voices whisper in the wind,
speaking words that were perfectly refined.
i looked around me and pondered,
why none of us wondered.
and finally realized,
why we seemed so hypnotized.
we were blinded only by what we were taught,
and never thought to sought.
we refused to acknowledge,
at the symbols that questioned our knowledge.
frightened at what the truth may be,
so we ran thinking we were free.
but deep down we knew,
that the simmering words that brew.
were nothing but what was right,
but we kept them in darkness away from light.
A\N: I feel this poem is just eh. I wrote this for a competition in this little camp that I was attending and the topic they gave us was to write about the truth which is fine but... whatever.
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Void.
LosowePoetry & extracts from books I'll never write. This traumatizing collection of extracts were written when I was 12 - don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
