Mortal sins,
In a raging storm.
In a trance,
Of deluded
Fantasies
We live
Unaware
Of the reality
In front
Of us.
Our eyes
& ears listen
To nothing
But empty
Fantasies.
O ye human,
Rise from these,
To conquer
Thyself.
To chisel
A dream
To build
The reality
We all
Deserve.
Fusion
Úgarth lín,
Mi ‘waew rhoss.
Mi estel dangen,
O naid dannen
Laston
A garon
Ú-thand.
Calad
Na men
Ú-dolen.
Hên lín
A lammen
Lastar
Ú-chír
Nad.
Edregol nîn,
Echo ú-doll,
A tiro
An le.
Caro
O galad
A tîr
An amarth
I nadad lín
Linnad.
End
Subject: A poetry on addiction of various kinds including social media.
