Written by C Hues
July 17, 2023
There’s a multitude in man— A paradox that pokes. The strife within the soul, That takes its toll and cloaks. It murmurs and it yells, It constantly pursues— It lessens but it swells, It hasn’t made a move. We may hate and hate, Yet it won’t disappear— True happiness awaits, When all of us are here.