Doubts, Doubts, Doubts
Doubts, Doubts, Doubts. A series of words full of my doubts that are never spoken enough in the certainty of the world. Doubts, Doubts, Doubts. My tangled and raw. My truce and hostile. “Death, In The Face Of Humankind” I am death Both wanted and deceived Both desired and feared Monotonous Leaving all the gray area In the hands of all mankind In the hands of all mankind Who am I to decide Which one Would be worse To live as a monster Or to die as a goodman ? To work as a machine Or to repel all the commands ? In the face of humankind In the face of humankind January 24th, 2023 “Near-Miss” If you ask me--What are we? I would say, We are "Extremely Close and Incredibly Loud", The fact that we are extremely close but not as close as a lover; Ever since we are meant to be 2 not 1 And the fact that we are incredibly loud But not a s loud as a bird; Owing to the fact that we do keep our silence b etween Our eyes Our eyes, starring at each other for a very long time Screaming to ea
