Thursday 3 May 2012

Nothing like chance

I have believed nothing comes by chance
And knowing you have buttressed it richly
The unthinkable, what society has caused
And now must fight it with the unthinkable.
Little by little like flies on a sore
I deepen my painful wound
When all I have to do is to scatter them all.
As I review and ponder
Why all this from your question
Why I feel what I feel
Why I do what I do,
There was no answer;
Save a deafening silence.

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