Meager Mind
Expressing truth is a gift, but is
often shadowed by corruption
We see the world through filtered screens
that impair our judgement
Of how she smiles, and how he laughs
Withered children grow from sickness
as their hearts slowly stop
Yet time erodes away in front of us
secluding perception in a box
closing off beauty, and eternal spirit
Seeping through the cracks of life
is haunting death that frightens us
Somehow in our tiny understanding of life
we miss the real truth worth living
and deteriorate with the lost souls around us
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