I keep writing
And then I wonder
How much of the life around me
Plunders to the ground
I keep on waiting
Waiting for the sounds
Of indication
That I have been found
But when broken from my trace
I break down
The world around me
Built cities
Others
Torn Down
What have I missed?
I wrote about this
That landmark
What happened to it?
I’m consumed by my own passion
I need a break
Take me dancing.
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
