Dec 2019
Beyond the angles , the curves , the edges
You may glimpse, the world you buried .
You may glimpse ,
the voices you silenced .
You may glimpse ,
the heartache you designed .
As you swim in your world of hyperbole
She drowns in the ocean of pain you put there .
As you whine that your face ain’t perfection,
His eyes cry rivers , as streams of their blood stain the remnants of his shirt.
As you forge a career for pride and vengeance,
They see the world that they once loved be reduced to ashes , to dust .
You may glimpse, the world you buried .
You may glimpse ,
the voices you silenced .
You may glimpse ,
the heartache you designed .
As you swim in your world of hyperbole
She drowns in the ocean of pain you put there .
As you whine that your face ain’t perfection,
His eyes cry rivers , as streams of their blood stain the remnants of his shirt.
As you forge a career for pride and vengeance,
They see the world that they once loved be reduced to ashes , to dust .
There’s so much happening in the world that we refuse to learn about , wars , death , melancholy have become routines to so many whom we refuse to acknowledge.We often underestimate the power we hold in our hands , the power to make a difference
