Illusions consume hapless people,
Surrealism dissolves like a black pill.
It partly clouds the mind of sheeple,
And makes them give up their will.
On other hand, mock twists of fate
Require courage, confidence, stern
Shrewdness just not to become bait.
Temerity and folly on the sharp turns
Leave partakers in a deplorable state.
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Author:
Natalie Gladmir (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2024 12:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Reflection on human errors
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
sometimes its better to not know a train is about to hit you. i perfer to not live blindly
Well done, photographer
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