Whence slips the increments..
Unnoticed..yet increasing..
Losing that which makes one.. one..
So deceiving..

Deceiving to the viewers.. loved ones..
Confusing..till the end 
Deceiving to the one beset
Forgetting...all the friends 

Alone in mind..yet full of living 
A donuts missing hole 
What makes our we is more than flesh 
But is our mind our soul?

The flesh..bereft of life's learned ways 
Shorn of what makes we
Tis but a gourd...last drops been poured 
And now...the soul...?

Be free

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2024 00:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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