Words Of Birds

Time is falling farther

        

                                                                         From me

                                                           Ripping me

                                                          Unwillingly away from Life’s essence.

What is my stance?

                                    Am I

                                                                         Feckless,          

A faux pas,

                                                                             Useless

                   To natures law?

We are Lost

                                                Within

The glamour.

                       Caught up in all the clamor.

                  Do we see how insidious

                                                                              And hideous

                       Dark the glamour really is?

          Bathing in bravado

                                    Because of what we all don’t know.

                                                                      Just a bauble

                 When time buries you

                                                        Six

                                                                 Feet

                                                                                Below?

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