Life's Depiction of Truthfulness
Living floats among day and night,
Crawl within a seemly steady stream,
Shift a person or a thing in its fright,
It encounters a bewitching scheme.
What a forsaken and cruel shire on society,
This world's commotion enacts pathetic,
That quiet, little voice of internal serenity,
Whose withering twilight adheres to panic.
After declaring what we can, the full is lost,
Whatever scraps of love are that clung to us,
While the one device that bears is exhaust,
Pitch the idea we've reared to roll the grass.
Or if you clutch every unit in the world,
Yet at life-ending, we gather a final breath,
Screams of utter despondency are gnarled,
The genuine wishes never procure breadth.
Obsolete decrees on respected wisdom,
Lurch amidst wooden mystical shrines,
Where insight is set in etches a gnome,
This is the spirit of our dove twines.
Written: May 12, 2022
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