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I am not old or young
but rather feel that way
Seasoned as one who is at the end of life
yet inexperienced as a newborn
myself.
I see the world blindly and clearly
dancing in the world of the unknown
and the strangeness which is following
the sickness infects the inside
first.
I feel the souls waxing and waning
with compassion and turpitude
a single word is not enough
But time will always tell.
I know humans are born
with two of many things.
But why were we not blessed
with two hearts?
When just one collapses and breaks so easily
I don’t know who we are.
Right and wrong is only here sometimes
Convenience strikes in the mind
and nature lives on.
What is right?
What is wrong?
- by mistorious |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/12/2011 |
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- Title: Untitled #3
- Artist: mistorious
- Description: I wrote this today in a very strange mood.
- Date: 04/12/2011
- Tags: untitled
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- fearthecute - 05/21/2011
- Right and wrong were there when you wrote this poem. Right and Wrong were there when you posted it. On both accounts, you chose wrong
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