What scale of life will we sacrifice
To not die
Its not a care to me because things look fine
I know it’s not
I can’t relate
And I’m waiting for something that I know WILL come
But the sound reads reads react
And remain inside
For to save your life might take your life.
They reach us but they don’t touch.
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Author:
mapnmycapn (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Thoughts I thought relevant drunk in ones current standing with you lot.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
surrealist in its sparse of detail
and abstract in its wording
but still, to me at least
your words hit home..
(thanks for sharing and inspiring
my own little scribbled reply)
'humanity's saving grace, is not
in its words
it's always been, in the deeds
we remember
with its inked legacy of immortality
in our poetry..'
(it doesn't matter
if we ignore the good advice in our lives
99 times out of a hundred, it only matters
that, one Time: it hit home
and opened
our clustered mind's, windows
to give us
a glimpse, at what potential our life
is surrounded by...'
(Death, is only allowed
one - say
in our Life
everything else, is ours
to find
own and rejoice - in)
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