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Mr E Feb 2021
There's something inside of me
And I'm afraid of what I see
It matters not how it came to be
For I am here, For I am me

I cannot turn away from its glare
It's piercing eyes and slanted stare
I look inside my sins laid bare
These muted lies I dare not share

The broken glass of a shattered soul
A gaping void and endless hole
I sit awake at night, as the weight takes its toll
Searing pains like scorched coal

A wasteland sprawls across my war torn heart
Where no mans land has torn apart
And wiped away the canvas art
No longer sweet but bitter and ****

I see something inside of me
And it's too hard to admit you see
For when I turn away to break free
I see a world as bleak as me
Mr E Feb 2021
Until we feel the softest rains
And sand between our toes
Till we see our breath on morning days
Or taste the wind that gently blows

Until we smell the earthy dew
Or feel the pebbles in our grasp
Till the lightning flashes through
Till the leaves all fall at last

Until the sparrow sings its final song
Or the wisteria finally blooms
Until we face the moon for long
We shall be fearful of what looms
Mr E Jan 2021
A true belief in an ideal
Means you are willing to betray it
To shed yourself of it
Or else become a pawn to it
Blinded by it
And in the end
Die by it
When in fact you never believed in it
To begin with
And how cruel is a fate
To die having never lived
Mr E Jan 2021
When you see something disturbing
Or see someone do something disturbing
At First,
Naturally you are repulsed to look at it
To witness the grotesque side of mankind

But also...
There is something
Something whispering
Quietly in your ear
To keep looking

And some of us do look
And our peeks turn to gazes
And we stare
Enthralled to witness
A side of man
Seldom seen.
Mr E Dec 2020
If you enjoy doing it
And find solace in what you do
Don't ever think
It's a waste of time
Mr E Nov 2020
We tend to think
That living forever
Would be a curse
But then I ask
What is heaven?

Perhaps it isn't the time
That makes it worthwhile
But the people
We spend it with
Mr E Nov 2020
It is not an enemy
A nemesis
Nor an opponent
A stranger
Nor bully
A tyrant
Brute
Nor thief

None of these
Can betray your trust

Yet,
A friend
A friend can betray you
And hurt you more than anything
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