M arching on day by day,
A ll just stuck in motion.
C ould be done. Or could not.
H eavy subconscious commotion.
I s anything real? lines are blurred.
N othings sacred, minds obscured.
E arths a factory, we're machines,
S ystematically marching, living the dream?
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
Ever felt like the light is too bright, a happiness so filling you beg for it to stop. An inception of evils' demise that saddens your heart, A world peace that tears your heart.
#acrostic Race, creed, colour or sex, Everyone's a sinner in spiritual text. Leper or saint matters not a jot, In god we trust but not a lot.
#acrostic Reach within, live with or without, Everyone who thinks will also doubt. Life dedicated to ego or trinity, Indoctrinated by faith or reality.
What is this life that has come to be. Every day a reflection of what has made me Does everyone live it. Or with the smallest tap do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map.
#acrostic #freeverse F ear clouds my every sense, people tell me that A perfect way to live, is listen to T hem right , true ways.
What stuff are creatures such as we made of If creatures such as we compose dreams. Those fickle, glittering beacons T'wards which we flit like moths between the stars, And which crumble at our touch.
When money is no object, Humanity's a crime The life I'm living now is just eating up my time, For everything's a question, There is no space to ask, Is there any point in looking to the past.
He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us. That's what the words say, But not what they mean. Is this a stranger in town, Someone so isolated that even his friends do not recognise him.
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