I find myself staring at the mirror,
wondering if we are who we see inside.
our eyes are some distant screen
viewing life as some series
with yearly season releases.
Life is life and yet it feels as if
we are subscribing to a plan
with no terms and conditions,
only hidden fees
at a fixed interest rate.
The streets we've once made
Are crumbling with every step
We've taken towards humanity.
Chaos is the new religion
And hashtags are the new apostles
spreading the word.
What can we trust
if not what's in front of our eyes?
Would God have a filter
If she had her picture taken and posted online?
We stumble through a city
Hellbent on an apocalyptic thirst.
Injecting our dreams and fears
With double tapping hearts.
Who should we blame
If we decide our vices?
We sell our souls
Our vices so priceless.
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Cemetery Blues
PoetryA collection of poems written by Anthony Duran, in which each new piece explores the existence and questions just who we are as humans. From Life, Love, and Death, Anthony takes a unique outlook on life.
