Your charcoal doubts are strewn along our path
And frequent realisations shout
"Lets burn this place down"
within our dusty head and hands
so long it has been since they were used
We are fools
fooled into believing we see with out own eyes
But
whose footsteps do we try to force our feet into?
Comments
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yeah the first 4 are odd for this poem but the rest seems awesome keep up the good work
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To be honest, the first 4 lines seemed kind of odd and I didn't really care for them. But I really love the rest especially the end!
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