Poems from sbedian
My conscience is actually amazingly powerful,
Others may fowl themselves and find ways to get away,
I rip my mind open in broad daylight,...
It is, isn't it?
I suppose it must be, it’s in me,
Maybe it is me, maybe just a little bit,
It could be, couldn't it?
It could be something...
It’s funny how the mind works on itself,
When the body errs, it tries to help by tearing away the veils,
Tails of sickness entail risky...
Sneak thief tore release,
The gold holds my soul to it,
The blood on my hands from which I can't quit,
I make high demands and they take my...
Hurricanes, tornadoes, strange omens wreak day's woes,
Foes unseen, it's of the people unclean,
Pollution sown so mean, this is not just a...