Tuesday, January 20th, 2009 | Author: Lucidkevin

Sometimes I wonder to myself,

If health is a manifestation of ignorance and wealth.

Silent the people are broken lost in hope no words are spoken.

Fear overides the desires of life, how easy we bleed when we think the knife has gone too deep.

Becoming lost at sea in our eternal grief.

Instead the fisher should seek to release let the fish go and be at peace.

The smaller the fish the smaller the feast.

The smaller the prey the bigger the beast.

Silence becomes fragile now, only for the agile.

Category: Poetry
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  1. Really cool poem, kev. I liked this one a lot.

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