"Affect. Inflict. Effect."A Poem by Sarah Ahmed
The echoes and powers of warnings in words
The world is drowning as high as the birds My greed will now rise, and leave its disguise I care for none other till seen with my eyes The ruins of existence, resistance till death When all then must gasp, grasp one last breath When lies our depart, from heart I'll believe A subconscious stab, I often receive Construction of feel, the act of advance The minds will be open, and kill for the chance And all those who say, you hear with your ear You speak with your mouth, are far from the clear Be deaf to the sounds, for words should be seen Pitiful as all the sorrowful clean The hour of destruction is best left to be Till affect will inflict an effect on me © 2013 Sarah AhmedFeatured Review
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