Unbearable existence 2

Posted on May 21, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A disconsolate soul.
Just sitting there
Be gawped at
So aware
Wildness stolen
Camped on stone
Tears in eyes
And all alone
No mother no father
No siblings at all
Just rotten processed food

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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