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What Path?
At each stone gate another shrine is exalted while containing only a fraction of a shadow of the truth. There are so many options that apply pressure. You must choose and continue to stay chosen or at least that's the impression pressed into me so improperly by everybody and nobody and they are just dead bodies that rot away while they are given no choice but to wait for me to bury them.
Published 15th Nov 2022
Author's Note
This poem is about Human fragility and suffering which is somewhat of a philosophy unto itself and the chaotic vibes around our desperate grasping for hope .
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