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Lullabies

Stories of Magic

By Nicole West Published 4 years ago 1 min read

Owning gains me courage to move forward through the night.

Watching and anxiously waiting for the creatures that hunt you and hold you so tight.

My eyes are always tired when I look up at the stars and

There’s no doubt I’ve been conditioned to always start a spark.

The world is ruthless and the critics are worse.

Are they holding their hands out for safety

Or are they just waiting for the hurse?

Be as it may, you must stand for the truth,

And understand of this has always been our youth.

Listening to people talk about facts but

Always questioning the ones that got their back.

So I sit back and observe the desires that are called to me.

It seems that I am the only one who can see that this reality was never meant to be?

Before it’s too late, let’s open gate

To every lasting peace surrounding us like a cape.

Too angry to see and too selfish to care, the World is literally stripping itself bare.

I’ve warned you before but it didn’t matter so.

Now you must deal with all the clatter or come together to help it grow.

Choice is Yours

© 2021 Nicole L West

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Nicole West

Storytelling allows the gift of inspiration to enlighten your whole being. My writings enhance personal development and spark creativity through stories that take you outside the box.

Journeythroughthesoul.com

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