the night held possibility
and slept with the stability
of the human ability.
the sky cries tears
as the forbidden fears
amended into years.
the youth of complicity
was never enough for simplicity
to anger the duplicity.
the mind could not see
what it would be
if it stood a tree.
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To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
