Mind of a Poet #2

I’m staring into this blank space of emptiness

Into an area where I am never more, always less

A metastasis that has ran its course

Not by my will but ultimately by force

Trust in what is quoted as conducive to survival

Never given the direction to redemption or revival

Swirling whirlwinds swallow my pride

Sheltering heat accompanies the freezing cold inside

Fighting temptation for to have that which is simple

Looking at past inspirations of patience as the prime example

The simple trial becomes the most difficult test

Never like before, more important than the rest

Evolution is not always a part of the human race

For those with closed minds soon have nothing left to face.


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