Saturday, 24 December 2016

Concidit

Black sky in the night
Without stars - absence of light
Something, nothingness.

Feelings overflow;
Affected by judgemental,
Blunt accusations.

Conscious decisions -
Are we really sentient?
Or controlled since birth

Love is operose;
A butterfly effect, which
Encumbers choices.

To exist without
Trepidation; in the now.
Is that so dreadful?

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