Our minds are racing ahead,
But our hearts remain still.
This is not very good,
The pressure's enough to kill.
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Though we are silent,
Our screams are loud.
We call for help,
Us, just passing clouds.
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Why aren't you listening to us?
The vice-like grasp of reality
The beast called media
Why aren't you heeding our plea?
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If our brains move forward,
But our hearts remain stagnant,
We'll become minions,
Attracted to the same magnet.
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We're detached devices,
Part of no whole,
Just evaluating the prices,
We have no soul.
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YOU ARE READING
Reality
PoetryJust a collection of ultra-depressing poems. When I'm at my lowest, I write these. I guess, enjoy?
