Words,...... always words
Floating about in confusion, and convolution
like the fluttering of so many wings on the wind.
Desperately,.... trying to convey messages that can't be heard.
Unfathomable ideas trying to scream into life,
from the man made abyss in which they spawn.
Force breed by the greed and corruption,
that writhes like worms upon the souls of drones below.
Drones of their making,
and calculations of brainwashing,
that produces a strife for profit.
And a warranty of failure after a life of toil,
only words, only words.
In dreams they become screams,
Become hopes, that wither in the ideas implanted
by design
words......only words
Please tell me what you think
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Wow, I quite liked this poem. My favorite part is "In dreams they become screams". And trust me, these words don't have to try desperately to convey a message that can't be heard, you conveyed your message very well. Great job =D
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