As the ticking of the clock winds down on time,
I wonder If I'll ever find...
the Truth.
The honesty of existence,
Prevalent, relevant, a trailing of resistance.
I never, she heard, he did--
Nothing.
Nothing,
Something it grows and groans,
Inside is evil, and the treachery will grow in time.
The futile experience, and a dangerous circumvent,
Lead. Breathe. Respect.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
