The world is built of words
so I bleed upon the lines of reality
with love and rage,
a blazing red
that finds comfort in
written passages oppose to
the bodies of dead,
overturning nature for nurture
to bolster the idea of a civilized culture,
one in-which hate is as uncommon as
the belief for it to strive any further,
our forgotten emotions
becoming stronger
with the willingness to express
what radiates inside aside from out,
a light that can’t be engulfed even when
life finds a different route.
About the Creator
Jeanroy Grant
Just a writer trying to express his passions to the world!
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