If only
Humanity
Is not encased
Within a single word.
But that can't be,
For we
Can't escape the hand,
The faiths which still stand,
Of fate itself.
If we're fated
To be,
So tainted,
We cannot see,
What is to be made of myself?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry~Just some poems I wrote while I procrastinate:) ~Just my mood at that particular time I wrote it, doesn't necessarily reflects my views. ~Sorry if it's really confusing, it's just based on random ideas that popped into my head at that specific time...
