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The next is no guarantee
to be better or happier:
hold your own where you are
this is your sanctum, sure and secure
 18h Gerry Sykes
RED
I fell for the ocean,
Knowing he loves everyone.
But every wave that touched my skin
Felt like a promise—until it was done.

I watched others play in the same tide,
And smiled, pretending I was fine inside.
It was a mistake, I won’t forget...
But one I carry
With no regret.
What I write
might not be right
but I'll not be stopped:
free expression is my right

when such freedom
is stifled or suffocated
democracy will witness
an instant moral death
There's no love
And there's no hate
But what is left for me to feel
Is too complicated to calculate
Impossible to translate
In this hearts present state
A mind entwined
A jumbled mess
Shrouded in a new darkness
Nights turn sleepless
As I become a man possessed
By the hopeless

©2025
In reducing others
   you self-diminish
    let goodwill be
     your daily language

    we 're one in likeness
    faults we have,  each-
    to one another we should reach
    and together flourish
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