TickingA Poem by Wraith.
I try to voice an opinion on things that matter
but where do I start the core of my terminal sorrow and daily blind spots The issues that have roots far deeper than the structure ahead I feel like I am weighted It is constant but those around me are channeled and oblivious maybe I will drift in and join them because I can't seem to express myself The evidence is clear as day If those I could of helped realize in years to come Have I spread hatred and bitterness through a generation like the seething and uncertainty we witness from past blunders ... Will everything expire by the time we all use our minds to breathe air into life rather than be slaves to its confines
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2 Reviews Added on October 13, 2014 Last Updated on October 13, 2014 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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