There is nothing more complex than the Earth;
All its mysteries.
Yet,
The perfect environment for the human to inhabit
while to them who dwell its rugged terrain
It inhibits.
The perfect experimental place, the bridge between worlds.
It is where both Heaven and Hell collide
and also where they live side by side.
And based on this
It is up to us to choose in which
we will reside.
For me,
I live constantly escaping both sides.
They,
Who try to crown themselves Kings.
Two eyes.
Who think they are right.
Ignoring the fact that they might both be wrong.
And despite,
go on to fight
One another.
Two Hawks now hover over the painted grass
now just grass of two colors,
Colors that don't exist.
Just values.
I jump from patches of glowing white
to molten dark spots on the cow colored earth;
My little feet dodging the two hawks
that chase
this grey pigeon.
Staying away from the crows.
Staring at the doves
who bathe in false holiness.
Admired by millions of rashly splattered ones whose wounds range in blacks and whites;
That lie dead but trapped in their corpses.
But none like me,
Grey
Grey, like the twilight in which I dwell
Unseen
Escaping.
Long have I contemplated letting this world go.
I fear not seeing the light, or the darkness that awaits the end of a life.
What I fear is the pain that comes before death.
The moment when one of the hawks is victorious in clasping its talons deep within my flesh,
revealing my true colors.
Colors that rot
when they meet
the senseless oxygen they had been hiding from
exposing me
all my life
terrestrial, colorblind, fog-like filter
the winning of one false side
and the ultimate doom
Of this grey pigeon.
About the Creator
fruity .
Me just being a dramatic ass hoe
my brain decides to think about the universe at 2 a.m.
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