I've seen the souls of my brothers fall for less than the amount of money spent on bread; enforcing the perpetual notion that we are worthless. I've seen tiresome folly after tiresome folly subdue my own, as well as, the spirit of others. I've seen Countrymen and Kin at odds over the most menial difference. I've seen the corpse of my love and my life; the recompense for my sins evade me: yet the cause of your vices persuades you. I've seen the end and the beauty within it. I've seen the distant sweet death I've known throughout my life and its incomparable gorgeousness. I've seen truth. The aching agony consistently brought about by the same angels my people refuse to hate. The truth that once was a lie to speak wholly and honest. That progressive terror and the horrid realization that I am but a meek voice among vocal fools. Yet, the truth is that I am most foolish of all for holding within me that asinine notion, that hope, that I am special. That God should love me before my brother, sister, lover, and friend. That terrible...unkillable, truth, I show to you. What I've seen...so do you.
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Lackluster writing...bad writer.
PoetryConfessional poems. These are how I feel about myself and the things around me. These poems mean a lot to me. I may not be a good writer but I wanted at least anonymously to share them.
