There's beauty in darkness,
There's brutality in brightness.
The lonely ones seek comfort in one,
And some look at the light for hope.
Like the sun hidden behind the clouds,
Their mind was fogged.
They knew no difference,
They were lost in the fragmented hollow.
The world was divided apart in two,
Leaving them out to grieve, slaves to sorrow.
They were pushed beyond the boundaries,
Their voice was never heard.
Some, though, acknowledged their presence,
But, the rest were set to cause them hurt.
This world has no hope,
No, the sun is not a symbol for that.
The sun is burning up,
Protesting the survival of these inhumane brats.
There is no good in this world,
The ones claiming to be, have a mask to unfurl.
This might be sour to process,
But, yes, that's the truth.
The world is filled with liars,
And, no, there is no hope.
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© AmyParkins
(5th April 2019)
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