Poetplayhouse

Restless Warrior

June 15, 2008

  

The world has lost its manners

I then fall on my knees

Nothing left but its unkind stares and watchful eyes

Lurking freely as it slowly suffocates me

I am watched; I am judged constantly

How do I move around the world and everything in it?

Shall I weaken and diminish into ashes?

Or shall I weep for in its own criminal distinction and murderous state?

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