Stained

Stained

A 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
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E.J. Michalec
E.J. Michalec

Cleveland, OH



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I'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..

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