Life

Nothing mattered it was illusion

Intrusions bring one’s ego down

Yet in the long run of life’s confusion

There were reasons we got around

Lacking approval for deeds and loving

Crushing victims praying to find home

Dreams and systems, barefoot walking

Muffled moans, sliced from broken stones

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About memoirpoet

I've been faking it as a writer for more than 30 years. Keep that low.
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