Light dwindles as the sun sets upon an open sea. Behind the city built on fortune and defeat, rays of hope are overtaken by the night sky. The moon circles the earth infinitely searching in a repeating cycle of remedy and sickness that may never end. What maybe called time by many is called madness by others, but what destination lies ahead in the absolute is unknown. Unafraid to share the deepest thoughts and mysteries, the mind neither cherished or considered for its merits, but rather picked apart for the flaws behind it retreats into the dark. One solace can be found, yet broken as quickly the delicate trials that we face rise up as a tower of cultural lust, but in the end every man does what they must. The rejected become the praised, and the praised become unwated for nothing stays as it is, and overall the world continues to slip down. #randompoetry #whatever
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 23:41:04 +0000
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