We live in chaos.
A world
of wannabe stars,
burning bright
for a short
fragment of time,
then shattering
into broken shards.
Control is illusion.
We cannot control
the way the wind blows,
or how hills roll.
We can't make
the rain fall
on a hot day,
or make the sun appear
when it's cold and grey.
We only have control
of our actions.
So, make
your interactions
speak loud.
Share moments
that make you proud.
Let the world
see beauty up close.
Not the Insta-fame beauty,
glamour shot, filtered
celebrity snapshot,
but the beauty
of a mind that's
not yet been caught
in the downpouring rain,
of a world slowly
sinking down the drain.
Thanks for reading
Endless Nightmares out now
300 pages of horror themed poetic storytelling
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100+ all new poems not shared here before.
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