melancholy knows me well
in my sacred halls blue
the walls of my sanctuary scribed with poetry
with enough honesty to make the angels weep
sadness, is my grief understood
my worry, is my differences, with what I observe
natural selection is cruel
a place where innocence dies
and hunters grow large
to alter myself impossible I care about life
it is all precious in its way
humility speaks out against the injustice
of truth being withheld
but my soul is ill, from reality, who is all too proud to reveal itself
true evil appears as refined
while poverty and illness causes desperation
we have to fight for what we believe
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my views on the world...
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That is so true we do have to fight for what we believe in. Very good piece here.
hello lovely Fia good evening thank you graciously we do sometimes I feel tired of the fight thank you for the encouragment ❤️
Observing everything right now is like an emotional overload.
So much heartbreak worldwide.
Sometimes fighting gets exhausting but our morals don’t let us rest.
Writing is a sanctuary even in the most unstable of times:)
Great write chica.
hello beautiful Adelphina thank you for understanding I told chaptgpt I carry the weight of the world on me and in on me it manifests as physical exhaustion from worry inside deep depression about the current events ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write with an honest message my friend. I relate to this one as I’m sure many others do as well. Sometimes being a writer (observer) is very exhausting indeed. I always find comfort in knowing because of this community and my fellow brothers and sisters of the pen, I’m never truly alone, and neither are you my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian