# A wry Epiphany

Author: Drias
Tags: Emotion, Poetry

#5 of Poetry and Scribblings

When the hallowed grounds are breached,

And the blood starts to stain the sacred earth,

A waste starts to spread slowly,

Creeping underneath my skin,

Making me aware that the things I hold dear,

Are merely illusions,

the shades of gray,

That start to form the epiphany,

Of today.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/214jX3Km
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