Chaos


It disrupts what is at peace
for mere amusement as it seeks
seeks for the pain,
the hunger and the hate
poking the poor, vulnerable and weak
when the hope of survival is bleak
it will swallow you whole
and spit you out again
all to loose and nothing to gain
celebraing your suffering
bathing in your pain
its presence is strong 
as strong as your  hate
As vulnerable you are 
always taking the bait
You're more than what you think of yourself
be strong and smart and better than rest
cause as time is the witness
Its merely a test,
Of what you choose and what is best
because however dark the chaos may be
In the end, order is all we seek

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  1. I wonder what makes you write your poems? Something you see, or feel, or felt?

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    1. this poem I wrote after watching the witcher on Netflix, but usually its everything in and around me, thankyou

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