StainedA Poem by E.J. Michalec
Sometimes I question ideas of natural order
When in a world as chaotic as this All I ever really wanted Was truth to be behind the word bliss I really hated when people Had all come out on top Sitting on their thrones with their sinister grins That wouldn't get caught by the cops Maybe the world at one point was actually sane But once humans got here the world was stained © 2011 E.J. Michalec |
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Added on December 5, 2011 Last Updated on December 5, 2011 AuthorE.J. MichalecCleveland, OHAboutI'm Em. I'm 21. Poetry for me is a valve to release the multitude of pressures that come my way in life. This profile more or less has every piece I've written since I was as young as 13 and the art o.. more..Writing
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