disoriented

Mon, 06/17/2019 - 19:36 -- benna

we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood.

we are given infinite supply of:

laughter.

gifts.

smiles.

once the glasses break we are exposed to reality.

infinite supply of:

hatred.

war.

lies.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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