Poem -
Mistakes
slowly, like the existing pain oh so clear .
The pain of being theirs all two there .
I apologize for my for father's and the kids of life and death .
No wishes have passed .
No winning is to be won .
It's all a bunch of power, bullshit until your done.
White collar crime ones are all liers .
Nothing kind , for ones left who care at all .
No to save sir .
Oh whispers of the living that flicker within the lights of your eyes .
Just polluted cities and minds .
All of the unkind.
No pain can describe the process of goodbye.
Run past the past and don't look at the state of the nation.
For the slow creep of damnation.
Is the mistakes that make things.
be it .
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I have begun to feel as a species we are a lost cause. Although more people are waking up to the realisation that we are not in fact free and the way we use this planet is detrimental to not just our own existence but for other life too. We still continue to repeat mistakes. And that’s a global issue. Thanks for always being a voice. For keeping the subject raised to the surface. I always love your fearless pen x
Fearless pen.
Love that.
In a world of constant fear, and people who are clients, not customers and treated... as not well.
I struggle with words out loud, or so other people say.
So at least my pen speaks.