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As I fell, I watched mother turn away

My brothers transcend my attempt as always

The reluctant spread was how I deal with everything apparently

So I hit the ground made of stone and reality

Unfortunately I didn't die, and I cant finish the job due to cowardice so I climb

This cliff was a disappointing payoff but at least I can jump... no I'm scared

What's this? This beautiful illumination of inquisitive violence

Its constant ambition to live while destroying its neighbors

Maybe I'll stay awhile and watch

This is my first entry here. I'm very private when it comes to my poetry due to the fact that I try to stay neutral in my interactions with humanity. However I promised myself I would share if I find people who inspired me on this platform.
Lets go back to the roots of expression in regards to the dilution of art in social media!