The pain is real
But overlooked,
So that others
Have their peace fulfilled
A piece of heaven
In hellish fields
Why pry in others lives
You have your own car to drive
Or in my case, i'll keep walking
An image, vague for respones
An imagination figment
Misrepresentation
of benevolence
Inquire of any acquaitance
Meddling,
in their own affairs
This hearing impaired subject
Awaiting trial
In desolate wilds
On a low budget
Temple defiled
Rogue projection
Lone specimen
Non intelligent origin
An instrument
Vile play like accordians
In a plane coerced
By puppet masters
Disperse marionettes
With the latest fashions
Who end up crashing
Into the brick wall
Head first
About the Creator
Kenneth Davis
I'm grateful to have this gift. Thanks for allowing me the opportunity to share these with you. Thank you for your continued support.
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