Solve

And resolve

The unseen

Mean

We all grow old

Or so I’m told

Life’s a palace

Filled with malice

Untold truths, struggle and strife

Who then holds the knife

In riches gold

The life you hold

Your mind!

Turned unkind

Hate

We procreate

Social media is a tool

You fool

The more we undulate

With a ferocious rate

We’re driven to insanity

Such a calamity

We’re born of love

And when push comes to shove

We spin the wheels of “for instance”

Resistance

Facts don’t f*** feelings

Drenched in unkind dealings

Only you have the power

To bud like a flower

Take and drink life to the fullest

Because only the cruelest

Want you to perish

Instead flourish

Release some momentary lapse of laughters

Raise them to the rafters

As I write

On a mind flight

Why one lets go

We never know

An enormity of hell

Prayer could dispel

By: Liz Wriston

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