The world is dead, the light is gone,
There are no bread, the nights long.
From dawn till dusk, they must,
Follow the ticking of sinful lust,
And ignore the filtered war,
Between the few, who own the many.
The world at storm.
The poor but spent.
In confinement.
With little next to warn.
Unlike death, we live betrayed,
With one breath, my heart is spayed,
As we finally fall to answer locking doors.
And nowhere else in time implored
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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We can hope for mercy in a world turned upside down, unlike anything we've ever known. You capture the feeling of disillusionment that seems to be pervasive. Well thought out, and very well written!
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Dark and without hope is the initial feel Control and betrayal lead to a lack of trust which all seem pretty typical in today's
Yes i agree. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
Very nice poem
Bravo well written .Elizabeth
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My pleasure
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