Written July 19, 2019 at 9:49 pm
To most, the sucrose taste is bitterly morose.
Every day seems so monotonous.
Minds burnt to a crisp
Wishing we could be whisked away
Into the chaotic fray of it all.
The world's too small.
We require much more and would risk it all
Just to possess the imaginative gall
To be free again.
We all want to win!
It's the ultimate sinner's sin.
A journey to begin and end
With a purposeful destination,
Life's natural with human greed.
Focusing on societal fLaws that we all heed.
The rational desire or need
To be great.
Forever.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
