Perspiring I walk the
Empty paved meadows under the shadows of
Raging storms hovering above
Fabricating scenes where emptiness portraits a Kodak smile
Echoing my name in the valleys of loneliness
Creasing the passing by moments
Through the tunnel of emancipated life
In the direction of no direction where
Oppression dwells in the depths of crowded concrete jungle
Nestling ideology of being succumbing puppet to society defining perfection
In a list
A contest entry
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400 points, ended June 18, 85 entries
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Comments
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oh now this is sooo deep. really it is. I like it though. You definitely know all about society and all that. Good write. Thanks for sharing this with us.
