Poetry

Exist

Written By Jacob Ibrag

Overflow of control,

with the sun beaming down

your face and the rain beating all

over your body, you stand. No more a

product of society, no more a thug of the

online universe. You are free from the lustful

wire that gripped your neck since birth. To stand

was the only way to flourish, to stand was the only

way to beat the system. Running against the current,

against all odds, you are strong. You carefully turn to

the side and watch the others drown, they

had no chance. Live for them. Exist.

No More Strings On Me.


Painting By Jackson Pollock

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