Poems from RisingVirtue
The psyche of man
Only sees what it wants to
And is therefore blind
The abuse of blacks
In the not so distant past
Is still unopposed
A lonely goldfish
Who is constantly swimming
Without memories
A single Pringle
Stuck inside a metal can
Away from my hand
Four grey walls surrounded my existence
And I looked from wall to wall
And tested their resistance
Against their coexistence
With the...