JUST by MwsR
The greatest love, loses the most
Unrelenting claim to anything but above
Despite the origin of the need
We all still bleed.
Sight that really never sees
Places in our mind that sets us free
Memories invade who we become
Satisfied, rarely are some.
Faults that turn the human agenda
Portions given are too few
Panic streams on our minds
A search begins for a limited time.
Generous our wounds are
Scabbing just to leave scars
Trapped illusions of grandeur among us
Flood the common sense we all should posses.
Violent people spreading discord and contempt
Fragile individuals are often pursued
Arrangements done in private
Keeping some silent as if there were no wrong.
Justice is either on the fence or under it
It never really is fair
We all live here and deal with it as best we can
But is that really living?
Sentiment is like a Band-Aid for some
Others want to take it for truth
But who can really judge another’s sentiment,
Not me or you.
Poetry helps the mind to unburden,
Helps relay a particular stream of thought
It encourages a person to be free
It even encourages me.
Sometimes truth is hidden behind actions
Every action has recourse
Make it count and do it right
So you can live with your own self, despite.
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