Hole Poem by 00wolf Syring
Hole
I have seen the apocalypse in my back yard.
Ive seen a horders life from behind the stacks of cuboidal bars.
The strife of a scrounging existence.
Manipulation runs rife with thoughs who have no life.
The Faithfully distrustful and there accusations running wild,
Survival of the slickest.
Child scavengers.
The dead walk the allys at night and sometimes durring the day.
Ive felt my own violence and rage pin pionted someone else's way.
Neglect and abuse
Misuse of a truce.
Its time to move on,
This madness is wrong,
wearing and tearing sooo long. It never ends
10 lives with no bearing.
No true sence of sharing.
My friends attempted suicide only 10 feet away.
So i must go, far away from this hole becouse In whole its complete with only deceit and the mess it leaves trailing behind.
But i have found my place far far away from this waste.
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5/3/2024 6:25:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is such a hopeless and sad read, Wolf. Think, perhaps, we've all been in this spot or one close to it but we found our way up and out. In truth, it is a corrupt world but that does not mean that we need to follow suit. Where there is untruth and crime - walk away from it; Where there is deliberate sadistic hurt, walk away from it; Rise above this ugly fray and become who you really are. Truly understand where you are coming from. Have trusted so many people in my life-only to be betrayed by them. It hurts...but that does not mean that we have to run. Ever heard of picking yourself up, dusting yourself off, and becoming who you should have always been? Love your writing. Stay around a while. More poetry please!