Evolved

TheStrongInHeart

Every time I write I leave behind a part of my soul

Put before the world outside of my control

Displayed in the open for others amusement

And cordoned off like some sort of museum

My desires are unapproachable, don’t even try and touch them

You’ll only end up hurting yourself, for they’ve been sharpened

Fashioned into weapons that drive my life

Making me get up in the morning and causing much strife

Forced by evolution to become Darwin’s ideal

I’ve lost part of myself, and the pain is real.

  • Author: anima aurea (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2019 23:18
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 36
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    WOW...DEEP SHIT HERE...VERY NICELY WRITTEN..REMEMBER, WEHEN WE LOSE A PART OF OURSELVES, IT IS TO MAKE ROOM FOR A BIGGER PART TO COME AND TAKE ITS PLACE...IT IS DEFINITELY AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE LIVING AND LEARNING PROCESS....XXXOOO

  • sylviasearcher

    Amazing piece. Writing can be pain sometimes. I find it helps me with a journey to my truth.



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