Poetry
What is black? What is white? A struggle that is not right. The King of yore; A cause of The War. Disputes over what? A meaningless color? The haughtiness of one versus the ignorance of another. Close your eyes, And walk through a blind man’s lies.
My stomach grinds with intense hunger, I haven’t eaten in what feels like weeks. Food is scarce for those of my menial status. It is just beyond my fingertips I see a buffet splayed across the dinner table, But of course it is not my dinner table. Always just beyond my fingertips My frail body [...]
Porcelain flowers casted within time Apparent perfection; none can deny. Untainted hues of those ivory leaves.
I am often left alone In the shadows of backstage Yet I am never lonely,
i am lying in a brick room where cement lines the cracks and the dried clay rubs off on my fingertips
Daintily swaying in the wind The grand sight of autumn trees, Just seeing the beauty of it all Makes me feel at ease.
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