TALKING TO A DEAF WORLD. (An Original Poetry)

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Like grains of sands,
sputtering away,
betwixt tired fingers,
we're but precious stones,
enjoined with Peebles,
to be casted away
without a worthy probing
the world is void of ears,
bereft of eyes
and deprived of a soul.

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The world is listening,
only to the gibbering of mad men
that sits on chairs
made of bones and blood
We're speaking in silence,
like a voice in denial,
rickety as an old cart,
without courage to travel,
past the walls of limitation

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Like sailors
afraid of lands unknown,
etched in the dreams
of greedy urchins
the heart is only willing,
but the body
is but like a lost war
we're wanting of hope,
when defeat is lurking
at the corridor

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At the very end,
we will be tried by falsity
and sentenced to die
an unworthy death
we have lived like cobwebs
on crippled walls
and falling castles
until the end of days
when life is but black and white alone