Clarity


In this reflection I see
The faces of children
I cannot call my own
Reality is a staircase
Leading to nowhere
I find monsters fall on me
To make things right
Sacrifice what's left to learn
I wonder as cold ushers in the bleak
Skies above show no sign of rain
Showers at the end of each day
After day is devoured by dark
Molten layers trickling down
The drain and its sickening sound
Of mice and men cursed with the same
Mortality breeding false prophets
Buried the gospels forever we are
Lost in translation

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