Negativity hunts what lurks away
Poem by me
So called decision
Or is it masked as speculation Roll that dice settle upon
At the mercy of a single reaction You opposing you
On the other side of the coin
It’s brainwork against upshot
Some say wisdom others say A stroke of luck
But I rest assured
It’s choice that
Determines the outcome
Hunt after one
Lurk pass the other
Slowly but surely
Result flow by
Negativity hunts you Revenging for lurking away You run like a prey
To hide under
The shield of positivity
Come out as you should
life will find you
Despite how smoothly
You camouflage yourself However same as lucid dreams Your in control
The hunter can’t kill What’s stronger than him Less you concede
About the Creator
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