Trying to stop the truth from revealing itself and keeping mankind sane. - 14 November 2005


An abyss.

The abyss of volatile corruption,

Bending to percolate the mind

In which tries to stop it falling

Behind the esoteric means of mankind.

An arched bridge swallowed over,

Scenes of the worst force pierced its eyes

Fabricating the never-ending,

Keeping the sane grip and tender lies.

 

Gentle winds swept up over the core,

The core of the abysmal feelings.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-14 at 13:10

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Hidden truths john you could write a book on the subject and yet you have done well with so few words. great.
2005-11-14