I watch with disbelieving eyes, broken
the way a mirror shatters easily,
like worn dreams, when wrong paths are chosen;
or children striving against the world feebly.
I am silent. There are no spoken words
equal to my misunderstanding of
the situation here at this hell, earth.
I am wordless for this world that I love.
Periled, I think, is the state of my mind:
a…
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