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Reality's Horrors

Updated on July 19, 2017

Staring at the horrors of reality;
A kid born out of wedlock,
Love doesn't define real beauty,
Time never looks back,
Gravity is nothing but imaginary,
Status gives privilege or mock,
There's no happy ending story.

How it kills dreams and memory
And it requires toughness, or else one won't be blessed
His happiness can become a trigger to litter,
Mess or press the button of his sanity:
He won't ever be free

From the eyes of his own policies, of his laws
And every shame will be thrown at him
Even blabbers or even whims
Would cut like a knife
Twirled, pushed and pulled inside
And death will be the only holy fleeing place he'll grab with glee

It's just that it lingers
Gives chills from a skin to the fingers
It never goes away
Even with help or mayday
It will hunt every hour that it is existing
Kill everything that is breathing
And you can't hide nor run from it
You can't do anything but follow its lead

And there is nothing crueler
Even the devil or the tyrant of a ruler
Can't compare to the iniquity, villainy and immorality of reality


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      shanmarie 2 months ago

      Very thought-provoking. It reminds me of what life must be like for someone on the streets. Maybe that's just because we were driving through a part of the city yesterday that had streets lined with homeless, their few belongings in duffle bags and piled in stole shopping carts. Not a part of town I believe I had ever been through, but it was necessary to get to my destination. Quite a harsh reality staring people in the face who dare to look.