Observation...

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Observation...


Tunnel vision, warped division
lack of humor, sad revision...
lost today, power play... ob-
structed truth - on wasted youth
hollow ground... sinking quicksand
tampered trust with slight of hand
shaking fingers, souls that tremble
pain so deep-  there's no resemble
open wounds, salt that pours...
lifeline drained and bleeds the core
no provision, lost decision...
calm is bleak, anarchy leaks...
solace mangled, our soul is tangled
the struggles on - relief dismantled
grief transfixed-  beyond repair...
the black is darker- without a care
I breath a shallow...  raspy sound...
I clinch what little-  can be found...
My eyes are closed... I feel the grip
that holds me down and makes me
trip... life as we hold it...  in dire straight
life as we know it...such harsh clear fate

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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