Cycles Poem by Joey DeSantis

Cycles

Rating: 5.0


A hollowed out structure.
Life, death and the idea of protection.
Is anyone really safe?

A person is on there own in life.

Materialistic beings.
I am part of this self-loathing culture.

We are our own personal zombies.
We try to change, but in the end, were back, eating the flesh of each other.
Im stuck inside this beautiful wasteland.

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