I Refuse To Care

To walk towards a cum stained table and, an empty bottle at the corner
with only loneliness, echoing threw the heart of the cave.
There is only stories to be told, no time for
the scars that carves the hardened skin of a cave.
A voice waiting for a scream to existanse
with nothing to lose, but gain in the society of man.

'Tis not wrong to believe a man,
becomes mad for or because of a woman.
'Tis not wrong to believe a man,
becomes mad for or because of a death.
'Tis the beginning of a conscious decision 
to refuse to care, where you should be scared.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Agustin Avatar
April 5, 2025 at 12:06 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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