The Collective

Sat, 01/05/2019 - 11:36 -- blazeX

No one really knows
The torment one under goes
At the hands of the collective.

Can you really tell
whether heaven or hell
in what place they keep you?

I sometimes try
To imagine the light inside
but they keep coming to put it out.

Keep moving on,
I guess I've got to be strong,
will it matter if they beat you.

I am striving, more then surviving
I just want to live beyond all of them.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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