It's Price
The delicacy of beauty,
Confronts me when I least expect
However, I stay true to my duty,
Always learning to accept.
The ugliness that looms,
Draping over our eyes,
Pouring down in monsoons
From the disheveled gray skies.
The beauty itself so easily caved,
As if knowing what was to come
meant it couldn't be saved.
This inevitable fate
Has cost all hope for this place,
Waltzing around in a zombie like state
Every person I pass is without a face.
No judgement or envy without eyes to see
If this were the case,
All beauty'd be free.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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