Dead

The dreary darkness drifts
across the vast blue sky 
wispy clouds 
travel around
gradually attracting another addition

All but ONE
a lonesome cloud
struggling silently
nobody sees a thing 

Bluntly Blinded
they turn the tables
on ONE of their own

This poem is about: 
Our world

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