Mocking Silhouettes Poem

Mocking Silhouettes Poem

Bitter sweet, being alone
Others feel emotionless
The day to day rush… a blurred vision
of a robotic nature…
We call life here…pitter patter the feet
To succeed spiritually, naturally
A name was given to us for a purpose
for our identity…
Cautioned and viewed we’re judged
by society
We can’t fight the sickness that shown
Or kept us imprisoned
Only ourselves can calm the storm
Or change the ripples from the shore we create that affects everyone.

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