Chaos...
Constant chaos to my left,
and to my right.
So much confusion.
The fear is paralyzing.
The lack of identity is so misguiding.
What to believe.
What to believe,
when the brokenness of the system
is the one fueling our disbelief.
Minds are clouded, some are jaded,
yet filled with centuries worth of hate.
Streets are crowded.
Blood has flooded.
Understanding corrupted.
Good and evil begin to clash,
not one is better than the other.
Can't you see?
Can't you see what it's doing to you.
The rise of the tides, we cannot see.
Not one person goes unharmed.
Debates in the house.
Should I be afraid.
Should I be affected.
No doubt I am.
What a world we live in...
About the Creator
Anna Maitum
My Name's Anna.
I write to make sense of the noise and I sing to make sense of the urge to scream. I'm uniquely made.
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By Anna Maitum3 years ago in Poets
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