Distorted RealityA Poem by SparksLC~Let's all find ways to live and grow in this jungle of life; for we can only push ourselves forward~Reality…. Is a cold, trickling path Discreetly laced with relentless failures and nearly impossible victories; Set in place, for its travelers to painfully bear; With a road that leads to chaos, and with which this chaos breeds a new
form of humanity… We are called The Animals. Fighting, bleeding, and dying for survival. Pushing and pulling desperately at the strings attached to our backs, Hoping and praying someone will magically appear, and cut our fate
bearing threads of life. Forevermore we curse those with power, and at the same time we cling to
them. Wishing and pleading, that these oh, so powerful beings, can heal our never-ending, anguish and turmoil. And yet these beings, these God’s request remittance from their people. Forever draining them of the precious life they held so tightly onto, Eternally controlled in a puppet master society, Afraid to speak up, out, or against the string holders; Fearful that if their inner most thoughts are heard, They’ll lose what small bit of freedom they have left. these animals, these BEASTS, Are forever muted in fear, Of this double-edged sword of reality. And yet they still continue to grow. © 2015 SparksLCAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSparksLC=), TXAboutHey everyone, I am an aspiring young writer and I've been working on writing a few books, and some poetry over the years. I've been with WC for quite some time now, and though I haven't been as active.. more..Writing
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