Forgotten QuestionsA Poem by iTryToWriteAllTheTime
There is cost To all truth. There is no more Man in the cave, Initiating the un- Initiated. We have preachers Who have not tra- versed the depths, Or sent themselves Through the trials. We protect this Dys-u-topia, Like purgatory in the dark Or like freedom in chains. Derisive, divisive, divine. We distance ourselves from Costs of our own actions. The cost comes around, And we all pay it in full. © 2024 iTryToWriteAllTheTimeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 6, 2024 Last Updated on July 6, 2024 AuthoriTryToWriteAllTheTimeDavenport, IAAboutI write poetry, trying to work my way into bigger things, but started with poetry. I've got a big catalogue I think of poetry I'd like to share. more..Writing
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