Wallow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What we feed ourselves to find reality.

Submitted: February 10, 2007

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Submitted: February 10, 2007

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What is beauty but

a simple indigestion of the mind.

A deceiving perspective on reality,

Or a contagious disease eating away our morals?

 

An infant

without understanding,

Is left to befriend the unknown.

The places that we cannot enter.

 

We start to loose our minds,

dissolving into manic depression.

A mirrored emblem of humility.

 

Silence is now the new reward,

granted by hypocrisy and arrogance.

A gesture is much more sufficed.

 

Shh, let me sing you to sleep,

the last good night for eternity.

 

A cry of agony and

a whisper of anguish.

 

Destruction.

 

 


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