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In circles

Date Written: September 21, 2017
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Inside a box like pigeons,

there we think the God we are,

afraid from the difference.

Chasing society's illusions

through the broken clock

other blind fools we fight.

All as part of an ignorant mass

through our dark mirror

only the other demons we can see.

In solitude lost we are

other souls stalking

by the use of expired bodies.

Inside the poor mess of our thoughts

painful being is

although greater than us there is not.

In the smirkish hand of death

were in circles we dance

life just passes by.

2 comments on “In circles”

  1. Lousinda     September 21, 2017

    Great job. Thank you for sharing. I like it.

    1. Ada28     October 16, 2017

      I am glad that you liked it.

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