The Disillusioned

Who’s thoughts are locked in fanatic howls! tucked into the folds, cry not! echoes across this waste land now time stains thy soul. The drums beat within cowardly hearts forced upon the meek, fear of unwanted death! renders it’s purpose when complete. Feel weakness as it feeds, the warm trickling blood we bleed, the depth! of cold water’s deeds frigid heart’s desperate needs. No reflective light in their eyes! past dreams have already died! then taste the tartness of pride, lost to what else should be tried. Cruel indifference these boorish braggart drowning in their frailty, imprudent yet diminutive in the disdainful acts in their twisted reality. Contemptible! yet accommodating mindless crowds of conformity, amusing and amicable but culpable for their intellectual deformity.



Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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