Too Lost to See

The path of

The few the turn of

The many the questions

That are filled with emptiness

Creating bigger voids by

Dispelling truth never

Coming close to who we

Really are I understand

Why we are lost at sea we

Are called sailboats but

Without any sails our mother

Can’t sew while our dads

Are not skillful enough in

Woodcraft to make oars to

Move when our wind change

Directions we need protection

So we look at others with rejection

Pointing fingers yet at another

Group faults so the gap widens

In all aspects so the few

Becomes the droves of a virtual

State of lost souls

pexels-photo-754355.jpegBy Deon Souldier Ballard


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