Endlessly suffering souls surround us
Human experience exhausts and exploits us
The knife in our backs which benevolently breaks us
With well meaning wishes, no warning to wake us
The hate in our hearts does harden and harm us
Self preservation propels and protects us
Averting our eyes to atrocities around us
To safeguard our sights to the scenes which affect us
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Author:
jenny.g (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2023 17:06
- Comment from author about the poem: The world makes me tired sometimes.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
(I lIke it ..)
When words mirror a moment of transparency ..
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