The sentiments, are all the same.
The sentiments, are all a game.
The sentiments, allowing you to pass,
your job is done, no need for more.
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Tag: poem
The Walls
The walls
they surround
they closet
they hide.
I need, never leave.
Litter
I sit, surrounded by litter,
daytime TV droning,
sinking, into the sofa.
Deeper, and further
I sink.
Life goes by.
Democracy
Social media,
fake news,
distortion
and collusion,
Minding
We wander through the lands.
We wander through our minds.
We run through our life.
We run through our dreams.
We stroll through our work.
Belief
We need to believe.
We want to believe.
Without belief
we are lost.
We grasp at belief.
We breathe belief.
Remember
When all seems over
and
all hope is gone.
Remember
and fight.
