• Angst


    Devastation....That is all I know...and so that it might live on for every minute, every second, every fleeting moment of thy past
    transmitted into the mere luxury's for human intent
    We scramble and scatter as simply the flock following a headless leader.
    Into the dark shrouded world of evil intents and untamed pleasures.
    Thy own Loved ones, with simple minds and innocents of children, hurdle into a world of the purest and most dangerous parts of our own humanity.
    Into these eyes I gaze , the quintessence of my own immortality,
    That leave thy own mind simply in Devastation.....

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    Draco5386’s Poems (4)

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