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A brief reflection on my own weariness in the current political climate.

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When the body and mind cry for rest
When the heart cries to just exist
When all hope seems fruitless
I must find strength.

Idleness will not slay dragons.
Nor will fear.
Yet how can I help but to fear
When the dragons are all around me?

How many, I wonder,
How many hide their forked tongues
When they speak to me so pleasantly?

How many knives would plunge into my flesh,
If they only knew who I truly was?
If I shed this skin that confines me?

It is not safe to live as I live.
I can trust no one.
That is why my head is down.
Not out of ignorance.
Not out of reverence.
But in order to save myself.

I treasure the existence I have been given.
Martyrdom is a fine thing for those who live after.
Not so much for the martyr themselves.

© 2017 Kain Smith


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Added on January 24, 2017
Last Updated on January 24, 2017
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Kain Smith
Kain Smith

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My name is Kain and I'm a 24 year old male writer a year out of college. My preferred genre is fantasy, though I write whatever takes me when the mood strikes. more..

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