Justice

Flashes of inspiration
Fly from our fingertips,
As brief as Lives.
Harsh realities lacking justice.
Encroaching on my (k)no(wa)ble fantasy world of
Moral Fibre.
The decission
The Chioce.
On the very edge lies uncertainty
On the Edge's egde lies judgement.
We are All Alone
When we're All Together.
Leaving Just pain;
Just lonliness;
Just Us.


The Hall | Poetry

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