Category : Poems

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Whenever the darkness won’t fade
The days turn to shade
Grey is the color of morning
Black is a feeling
Not the paint on the ceiling
And there’s is nothing left but scorn
People seem daring
As they are comparing
What you should be to what you have become in the end
Demons and devils
Will laugh as they revel 
In the way yourself you adorn
People seem easy 
To please and to speak to
Yet it makes me feel queasy
When there’s no one to trust you can speak to
All alone in the end 
Is how I know I shall be
No one to call friend
Nothing new to see
Sadly, I suppose I have known all along
That people can be superficial
I guess holding out for something better and to hope was wrong
Deep down knowing the emotions portrayed by most were artificial
Just the end to another sad song 
Imperfection is not the human curse
None of us can claim perfection if reality is what we seek
The confection that we taste instead is the conscious we all keep 
Sadly it is something that will only grow and get worse
From moment to moment as we travel through our daily concourse.