When stems should snap, but instead petals die
And river beds, like clouds, outgrow the sky
I'd safely say that science has no place
Alongside my world's terrifying pace
If waves should crash, but they decide to dream
It might seem clear that things aren't what they seem
But, as discovered, we are all so blind
And what we see are truth and lies combined
What's probable is weak and falsified
For I have probably, by now, complied
Yet, as you see, misguided as you were
The truth you've learnt and Truth will not concur
You wonder why my feelings all revolt
But, next time, you should wonder "where's the fault?"
In a list
Comments
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the fault is everywhere.
except in your poem.
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Love the metaphor use flumping!!! But perhaps not your best if I'm brutally honest...
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very nicely written... nice emotions!
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