My life is endless drivel
A run-on sentence
With intervals accentuating the differences
Between camps of thinking about thoughts
And not thinking at all
And there exists a world where no horror ever ensued
And, surely, it is better than existing in a place where something surely did
And ignoring it
So that I may lay in the waste
Of this pendulum swinging
Between causing pain and suffering
And being in pain and suffering
All while doing both
Because there is no rhyme or reason
To the captivity of a mind conscripted to a war
No one consented to.
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Author:
coracaodacripta (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There is no such thing as a treaty. All are farcical.
- Category: Reflection
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