We stand blighted,
Sinful,
Eternally blinded.In our search for divinity,
We've lost the essence
For which were humane,
Growing vain,
Abandoning, our former sane.
~.•.~I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!
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Untold Whispers
PoetryYour time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry
Vain
We stand blighted,
Sinful,
Eternally blinded.In our search for divinity,
We've lost the essence
For which were humane,
Growing vain,
Abandoning, our former sane.
~.•.~I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!