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Enmities
Time passes and still we try,
try to see what makes them real.
We walk alone and feel as if
the other laugh at hopeless dreams.
Pride is taken, as was chance
and jealousy turns to rage.
And now instead of learning truth,
we destroy what came before.
We feel if sun does give all life,
then why are we to blame?
When we are left with hollow shells,
our intent can then be swayed.
Vision twisting, goals tainted,
another shot down by doubt.
Dark truth has been as though,
a vent we live without.
Copyright ©
Michael Cordeiro
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