Poetry | Prose

Recession at Peace


The emptiness that we’re trying to fill

is overloaded.

The loneliness that we’re hiding

is swallowing happiness.

The nonsense random within us

is now coming out.

The wild jungle where we live

is at its recession at peace.

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