Written 5/7/2019 5:37 pm
Our innermost thoughts can seem to be so esoteric.
Unfathomable even by those dearest to us in life.
Shut out, inaccessible and aloof becomes the norm.
Unwanted desires and indecipherable feelings swarm.
Breath of life is but a pure chance for all.
Use each blessed gasp wisely.
Don't allow the billowing smoke of conformity
To swallow you whole and devour your truth.
You are you.
And, I am me.
Society is sobriety.
Uniquity conquers ubiquity.
Always remember.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
