It was around 1800 hrs. People waiting out of the ward, waiting for a disappointment to take existence as soon as the door makes a sound of slowly creaking.
Everyone having their own vendetta masks on thinking how much dull can this future be made so they could shine brighter than all. Giving a false truth moments later, a fraud of history to be, a disgrace, a plague and God knows what else that organism had to hear from the Hypocritical individuals saying without any kind of sound but it echoed into the soul where it made no sense at first but was forgotten over time as silenced buried it the moment the high pitch screams engulfed the whole area .
Where smiles were to be for prosperity but instead were for the plucking of a lucky feather which happened to be on the back of the child.
"We all are born with white wings" ~M.A
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The Truth
Non-FictionAn abstraction of what may seem as a poetry in a form lines but holds a truth that people will lie before accept it even knowing the truth was stated. Creating anxiety, stress and depression as you keep on denying the truth and accept the facts to w...
