Frightful.
Reality
is a
frightful
place.
Eyes open,
world
surrounds.
Instantly.
Limited
view,
all things
new.
Making
sense,
understand.
Why?
Who?
When?
Many
questions,
precious
few answers.
Grappling,
searching.
Answers.
Asking those
who came
before.
Surely
answers
to be
had.
Ancient
wisdom.
They’d
know.
Old
thinking.
Clueless.
Little
known.
Voodoo,
black magic.
Superstition.
Gods and
demons.
Broken
narratives,
promises.
Power,
control.
Not answers
found.
From then
till now.
Just
questions.
Nothing
more.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2023 07:29
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Comments2
Slack?
Long-suffering...
Not willing that any should perish-
Thanks for reading
But at my age I have the answers to all the questions I need and can live life in satisfaction John.
Andy
I find, the older I get (71) the more questions I have.
Thanks for reading Andy.
JP
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