Cruel Reality


Days trudge on difficult paths —

Under dark gloomy clouds,
About to show its wrath.

Less than enthusiastic skies —
You are greeted not by warm welcoming smiles
But instead, confused sad weary eyes.

Tight handshakes from rough wet palms,
Often ending abruptly and never with a friendly nudge.
Thus is the kind of place you will see
In a world filled with chaos and unease.
A world recklessly ruled by people who care
Not for each other, or one another
But just for their own welfare.


Author: doreenmariaclara

I 'write' in the shower, like any normal person.

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