What have we done? What have we become?
A broken mirror reflecting only darkness.
Disrupted visions and closed off hearts;
We've turned our face away from those we're sent to love.
But now I hear your voice calling me back home.
It isn't over yet.
Bringing hope into our hopelessness;
Turning hearts from stone to flesh.
In a world headed for self destruction, the answer is here.
Are we too blind to see it?
In a world headed for self destruction, the answer is here.
Are we too blind to see it?
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
