the human sat inside itself feeling uncomfortable
the game was afoot with wickedness
stars fell each time a new bloody truth was revealed
bitterness was filling the worlds void
like a rancid evil toffee apple no one wanted to eat
flicking from news story to news story
just imbibed more tyranny
like media had become our reality
because if our eyes witness it
our hearts may turn to it
when in truth we are all children
right up to and beyond before death
we dance inside when we realize
the reason for writing these words
our own eyes have been blinded
yet we can still see
at least that is what we believe
finally musing upon the fact
that other than an act of god
this insanity was never going to end
she put down her pen and sighed
she loved writing
but was it important
to any one other than her
she is writing so she does not not write
she is living so she does not not live
she is loving so she does not not love
it is the thing she knows how to do
it is her calling
