153ft from the ground
the old man looks down
No pain is vain
one once claimed
In a world where deception is a virtue
artifice, the color of blindness,
the man knows not what to believe
3 seconds away from blissful obsoletion
Will the pain assuage the pain?
How can he grieve for something that always was
How can one grieve for something that never was
But in the flamboyant mayhem of his torn age
All that is left is dreadful, abrasive memories
His clandestine candor tells him so
Courage was never a virtue
It was the coward's way of facing all that is imminent
all but the imminent truth.
by Jack Kim
Birth sign: Gemini
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