Voice fighting to be heard from the inside, a VOID, a VOID from the inside. Still fighting a fight that can't be won, not by men alone, not by women alone, not alone. Throwing in the towel but still fighting a fight that's not my own, but yet I stand, you stand, we stand, so why the feelings of being alone? Longing, laughing, crying, throwing in the towel but still fighting to be considered, important and understood, simply valued. Sounds of screams, plague's the many faces upon this Earth, we all call home. We are one makeup of our fractured, unions, friends, and families broken-hearted while throwing in the towel but still fighting the inevitable question: "How did we get to this point in our lives". Throwing, throwing what are you throwing? Hands, fists, prayers, or towels too, fulfillment and disappointment all at the same time; with the talk of change without any real changes, works without work is dead. Throwing in the towel but still fighting unknowingly blindly. Throwing in the towel but still fighting, there's still hope.
By: JazZSoul
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Throwing In The Towel
SpiritualThis is a 'real' feeling! This piece stems from the fractured state of our world, you know how people walk and protest and preach, but still, feel alone? The judgment, the persecution, all the lies, and deceit. We all want the truth and want to feel...
