Category : Poems

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Through the lenses, I see, eagle eyed, the truth of the environment among me.

I see my isolation as I walk and stare at the ceiling in disapointment.

At night I am blinded by the darkness, yet I feel the breeze of nature enters through my window; the intent of protecting me from the blazing night.

My morning walk, I see the trees poetic movements, the flowers showing off their beauty under the shade. 

Through the lenses, I see the path I walk and the concrete roads that harbor death and hidden blood. 

I see the blood of those who came before me, I glance at the bodies of the individuals who layed there taking their last breath, I stare at the ground of skeletons of those who were buried long ago.

I see my blood escaping my eyes and running down my cheek: 

Why spill tears of blood?

I wish dearly I could cease, but it is a demoralizing task. 

I wish to swim with valiance, but who shall assist me?

Whom shall save me from my own conscious?

Tonight someone will drown and tomorrow someone will be born.