Within This World
Within this world of violence
Breaks the dawn of day.
We hear the dogs yapping,
The sirens screaming,
The doors swinging shut
And know that our lives
Hang as thus, in the balance
Between the crash of the waves
And the silence of the illusion.
We swing, faltering in our
Sweet painful memories,
Always hoping, always yearning
For that which we know
Should exist somewhere,
But does not appear before us.
I laugh. You cry. And the whispers
Of our pain are muffled by the stagnation
Of our lost society. Confused, we
Hope for things that we should not hope
For, and miss out on that which
All should yearn.
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witless WRIT LIT
~ by me
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Poetic Fabrications
Short Somethings
© Anna Vo
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