Why do I attract these people?
Is it because I am like them?
Is it because I am one of them?
One of the constilations in the sky,
Foreshadowing on dark events to come,
They ask me for help, to cure them,
But I am just as sick as they,
The dark tar like vomit and the blindness,
The sores and the confusion,
No amount of money, candys, or clothes or music,
Will ever give use the feeling of being content and at peace,
They are like oil to our fire,
Which burns us with delight and and in bad taste,
For a leader to runaway, is to leave one's people
For a student to runaway, is to leave one's educations
For a healer to runaway, is to call death to our world
We have commited all these acts against our selves and those around us
We beg your forgiveness
We did not understand
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very intellegent write.
I really liked the line about people asking for cures from people who are just as ill as they are.
And the last three lines are even more brilliant
Excellent observations.
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Such a true piece... you know what they say... there is no hell... we are already living it. great write,
hugs,
georgie,
xxx
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