THE TRIALS WE AWAIT

 

the fear of the unknown 

death chilling on its own 

our insatiability clause 

human wants has no pause 

fight or flight in the gallery 

our mind is at war with artillery 

our ways are mysteriously porous 

no sane voice can lead the chorus 

the trials we await 

unhealthy fear to procreate 

continuous fuming to dictate 

the enemies we abhor then imitate 

our forehead houses a hidden stigma 

a palatable dish for a dogma 

stereotypical madness in motion

humanity will forever be in commotion

lies spoken with ease 

the truth will never be released

an honest mind is more the enemy

everyone is a frenemy 

our heart is made of black

a reality we can’t attack

tell me you love me without a second thought

you might as well let truth rot 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

10:23pm

26 May 2026