BROKEN PIECES.:Sketches of us.

Broken pieces

Lost in a trail of missteps

All seem misplaced in the midst of lost phrases

Like a lost nation, or rather ailing patients

Walking frames of living corpses

Devoid of all life yet present in breath and form

Like scare crows walking off a zombie movie

Only now filled with broken and baseless emotions

They smell of scents sprayed upon withering skin

Representations of death’s stench in apocethary

Lost in self and drawn into the world

Unaware of the life instead dissipating from them

No heart beats in chest as blood rushes past unoxygenated

Filled with the stench of hate and a rapid flow of unkindness

What have we become fellow humans?

Baser are we than basest of animals…


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