vivid thoughts

A Poem by olwethuthando

open wounds will not heal.
Unpleasantness settles in well,
and I have my guard up high.
Trust not the sweet poison ,
Spoken by the agendas rested brutally
In their stoned souls.

The forbidden matter of truthiness is
And still is , that everyone is for himself and himself alone.
However , others are just too humanitarian to be consumed by selfish acts upon others.

the bigger picture , is what this is.
only those best adapted to these acts survive .
it was like this from the beginning and it shall be up until the end ....except in your unacceptance driven by illusions of what really is and what should be