The thunder days are closing in and
Undeniably, I am accompanying misery
for all the wrong reasons.
Assumptions subset in the mist of time,
Leaving no room to breathe,
which something that I need,
with all the fibers of my being.
Yet, the beating has not subsided and
The grip of reality is shocking,
with the lack of clarity,
just when something seems write,
it is the mentality that bothers me
for someone, to think of getting away with wrongs
when the burden of proof is irrefragably white.
Yes, the beginning is often misleading to believe
as the clues and evidences oftentimes
suppressed or disappear,
But, the glimpse of white sky
Is always over shadowing the black darkness
Even when the season is obviously wrong.
**
Written Date Unknown
Posted
@jobiranyc (9/15/2017)**
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
The thunder days are closing in and
Undeniably, I am accompanying misery
for all the wrong reasons.
Assumptions subset in the mist of time,
Leaving no room to breathe,
which something that I need,
with all the fibers of my being.
Yet, the beating has not subsided and
The grip of reality is shocking,
with the lack of clarity,
just when something seems write,
it is the mentality that bothers me
for someone, to think of getting away with wrongs
when the burden of proof is irrefragably white.
Yes, the beginning is often misleading to believe
as the clues and evidences oftentimes
suppressed or disappear,
But, the glimpse of white sky
Is always over shadowing the black darkness
Even when the season is obviously wrong.
**
Written Date Unknown
Posted
@jobiranyc (9/15/2017)**
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