
Why is it I know
When others wonder
Cry
When others hope?
Why can’t I feel the good
As strongly as the bad
Be sure of safety
As I am danger?
Was I born broken?
Or made to order
Evil?
Or is even that a stretch
Why is it I live bathed in darkness
When others talk of light?
Why does it blind me?
When I know it isn’t right.
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold




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