Lacking the fundamentals of life.
It's never quite.
Where are the stars at night?
Pepper & Salt, quite the opposites, but mostly the same.
Relax and listen to the rain,
The sorrowful beating of this empty heart.
Look closely,
There's a crack in this soul,
An easily spotted fracture,
Why is this something to over look?
where's the urgency in running to the boy who cried wolf?
When that girl is peer pressured into having a drink, did she deserve being raped?
Drink it they said, you'll have fun they said.
That girl can't remember anything from that night except the wave of dizziness that overwhelmed her after that drink, and the man on top of her taking her innocence.
Drink it they said, it'll be fun they said.
Was it her fault?
Holding the knife to close but just close enough to a neck is all the more a death sentence.
Discord.
A bitter conflict.
One life is taken,
The world spins on,
Time continues,
The remains are hidden,
The victim was not of importance,
The case has gone cold,
People have given up,
Though the suspect is under their nose,
Case closed.
Are you there for those you care for?
Listen closely to those around you.
Speaking the unspeakable,
Watch the impossible.
This world is so unjust.
Keeping your head down to avoid looks,
Hiding who you really are to remain out of conflict,
Remaining silent to dodge drawing negative attention.
Such a beautiful lie.
We're running around in circles.
The desperation is building.
Our breaths are quiet, and shallow.
We are blindfolded by the world.
Nothing is as it seems.
There is no free world, but they'd like you to think so.
Comply with their orders and you'll live a troublesome life.
It's definitely not here where I feel safe.
Run with no conviction.
Your just a number here.
Bitter conflict.
Conflict.
Conflicting.
Contradictory.
When will our discord end?
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PoetryA collection of short stories and heart felt poetry that invades my mind.
