Insecurity dawns,
While fields are being mown
Tears are heard,
When anxiety is near
You fear the return
Of the deathly trigger
Surrender has never been so easy
The bullets tear
Through your skull, your soul
You can no longer feel
No longer hear words of peace
No longer see the beauties of life
Everything smells spiteful
The scent overbearing
Like hatred
and fake friendships
Unbearable.
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PoesíaCopyright © All rights reserved. By Kingsley Summer. ~ Don't you just wish our world was filled with more honest beings? Honesty is something more or less of us lack. We freely speak the words in our minds, but aloud we are silent. There seems to be...
