Wishing, waiting, and wanted
My photograph in a dossier
Tormented apparition, I am haunted
By the things I see today
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Things are not like they used to be. The good old days are slowly waning away. Living life nowadays throws us a lot of curve balls. Always wishing, Constantly waiting and forever wanting a better life to live. A potent and inspiring write.
Like tired eyes that slowly stream Reality comes, but to wipe the tears Mankind has made his bed of blood running drugs, media silence Plead gun control, yet the emperor has no clothes....this is a great poem, especially in the present political and living context, this poem has great living value. thank u dear poe. tony