Every step I take..I rue
My print destroys this world
It fills.. with spills of poisons..brewed
The trail fades..behind
All's curdled
Filling in..since our begin
Full of all our silt
Band-aids.. placed on open sores
Cures not the cause..the festering
Such anguish felt..such guilt
Me..in gathered years of mine
Tho just a speck of being
I see the change..in all aspects
I fear for children..mine
They...now.. they are seeing
And receiving..
All the gifts that greed has wrought
Sad
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Beautiful and sad! Thank you very much for sharing it. Greetings
Hi thanks for liking it
Reflections on a life and the last line settles it. Well done
A wonderful write on reflections on today's life, and it is nailed with the last line, enjoyed the read
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