The blurry bodies
slurred into lines.
Waiting so everybody
could take on lies.
The room was full,
the faces blurring.
An undeniable pull
into the alluring
The world faded
into artificial smiles.
The media invaded.
A paranoid style.
And so the bodies blurred
into a stereotypical world.
Drowning in the words,
underwater and unheard
YOU ARE READING
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
