The emptiness of self controlA Poem by GhiasquaredEnlightening life experience grows realization...
As the sands of time
Drain Slowly diminish unto Death I find No solace In money Nor religion Only truth That which the human race Tends to deny They are blindered Such as the horse Whom knows No freedom I find the people Who surround Are blind Blind to death Blind to truth Blind to life... © 2018 Ghiasquared |
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Added on May 2, 2018 Last Updated on May 2, 2018 AuthorGhiasquaredOcala, FLAboutI'm forty something and have always been a dreamer. Recently I decided to write again and share some of my dreams, realities and nightmares... more..Writing
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