they asked what it was
a woman, a man
perhaps an evil demon
after a minute or so
in the darkened lense
there was no good intention
when would the questions end?
pass them, pass them
without remorse
watch them eventually rot...
Dahlia
they asked what it was
a woman, a man
perhaps an evil demon
after a minute or so
in the darkened lense
there was no good intention
when would the questions end?
pass them, pass them
without remorse
watch them eventually rot...
Dahlia
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Comments1
yes, I too believe
as harsh and crude
as it may make me sound
but some people, are Naturally
meant to be treated
like that dog turd
we bypass, on the streets
to avoid
stinking-up, our lives
so yes: we Must:
'pass them, pass them
without remorse
watch them eventually rot...'
(so as , we can survive!)
thanks for sharing
liked your imagery in this lines as well:
'after a minute or so
in the darkened lense
there was no good intention'
Hello L.B Meck
Thank you so much for reading and commenting on the writing.
Dahlia Vitalia
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