Photos of your life hung upon a wall in a empty room. They tell the story of your childhood, which you have forgotten, now that the harshness of life had visited you in the year of your adolescence.
The bias notions you had are replaced by intellectual debates and criticisms. Religion has been drained from you and your spirit dies while your body thrives.
As a child, everyone appeared the same in your eyes. There was no acquired status, no racial differences to set barriers among friends, but now you view things as the world views things. You have become aware of social benefits and the value of money which has made you bitter and full of greed.
A double edged sword consumes your personality, with a smile that no longer reaches the eyes. You become the master of deception, dining with the greatest of foes.
Photos of your life hung upon a wall in a empty room.
They tell the story of the things you left behind.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Soil
PoetryA collection of poems which share the secrets of the world.
